The pause was heavy. The pause was eating at him. As he stood by the ledge, what was once amusing lost its shine. It wasn't antagonism but rather something worse- intrigue. The type of intrigue for a present that you will never receive. The type that eats at you after watching unsolved mysteries. But except of being the spectator, you are the one still attached. Psyche, appartitions, even for a seasoned professional he was upset. Still he would say as much. There was a sigh before he peered up at the terracotta sky
"You think today we'll finally get a sign?" He asked cryptically, forcing the joy out of his words.















