You longed for him — he was the friend you dreamed of, but he was too far away. His mind was distant, his path at odds with yours. He had justice to serve, a reputation to uphold, while all you had was a pitiful heart yearning for his love.

Two sharp knocks resonated at his office door, his clothes were disheveled as stress and fatigue engulfed him.

"Come in," he said, his voice monotone. "Just leave them on my desk," he sighed in a flat tone, not even noticing your presence.