The Half Story

He grabbed her hand, drew her near and whispered," You are always prepared when you are with him. Nothing stops then from entertaining his repeated attempts to be more comfortable with you and yet you grow diplomatic when I open up to you. What is the problem?" The music continued. She continued enjoying the day that belonged to her as much as the choices of her life. He stood in the balcony staring at the night as the land breeze hit on his face. The sea was roaring as the night seemed to be staring back at him like a witch draped in black, smiling wickedly at his lonely existence. The music was reaching its climax and so was his frustration within. He looked at the sky and then to balcony railing. Too many thoughts were overpowering him and one of them was that the balcony where he stood was almost fifty feet above the ground.....