There is always an air of expectancy, and patience. Everyone just stands around, waiting for something to happen. Everyone looks from one face to another, asking why this couldn't have been someone else.
He shakes his head and shakes his heart, while the others shake him by the shoulders. He tells everything to be still. He waits patiently as the sirens go off, and despair looms larger upon them all. He welcomes her as a friend, but she is cold to his touch.
"Is it you I have waited this long for?"
"You waited for whatever you wanted to."
"Good. I'm glad. I'm done waiting."
He walked away. The world began to melt into the shape of her lips tasting the warmth of the lion's mane.