Bab 40: Match 40

The ticking of the clock was unbearable. Even Mark's hearing bothered him at some point. How he seemed so clueless about what was going to happen minutes away while he was dreaming. Alex was fidgeting in his best struggling to keep his tired eyes alive. He had run and socialized today. Those two activities together were enough to exhaust him but his nerves were tense, as he waited for the god of time to help him for once. 

A few minutes before six he got up and carefully found himself outside. He tried to be quiet, become one with the night but when the sun fell he never felt like he was in his true element. He always did best during the day, when he could feel the son's golden tongues licking his body and warming his system. To him the night was cold and distant but at the same time deep inside him a strong nostalgia would linger in the air, depressing him and that's why he always wanted to operate in the light away from this unknown sadness.