….and every time he looks at her, there’s something sparkling inside his cold dark eyes. His eyes softened. I wonder if he would see someone other than her like that, like he sees something so dear he couldn’t escape the sight. And suddenly he turned down his voice. It’s funny when human sounds completely soft and divine while they’re talking to the person they love and that’s how he is. Somehow he looks like a man in love. And somehow, I feel strange within myself. Is it a feeling called despair?