His hands were set in front of his face as he looked down at its emptiness. The expression on his face was filled with loss, hopelessness, despair, and a deep gush of pain.
Though there were no tears in his eyes to show his sorrow, it was evident from his sunken shoulders and droopy eyes that he had gone into an alley of darkness.
The lights in the room were turned off and it was only the glow coming from the moon from the open window that illuminated the room. It was like he was trying to block out all the objects in the room so as not to be reminded of what twisted his heart in anguish.
His long black strands came and fell over his face like a shadow to block out all the temporal affairs on his shoulders as much as possible.
And his once striking blue eyes had lost their gleam and he now looked like a shadow of himself.
