Words fail him of the beauty he saw in her. It all changed. And he with it.
His stony exterior masked the emotions well. He could be angry, sad, happy, any emotion he pleased without anyone seeing. It was a sort of game to him, he'd try to hold onto a powerful emotion and see if anyone noticed a change in him. No one did of course; he was too good for them.
Absolutely no one saw his emotions. His father had taught him well. That man had tried to mould him, he had taught him well but in his eyes the student had become the master. His father had taught him too well, even his own father could not see that his son despised all that he stood for. Keeping himself and the ones around him safe meant living up to his father's teachings. The ones around him had no idea of the emotions he kept inside...for them, always for them. Not for himself. He never truly thought of himself. All that he did was for others.
A small part of him in the back of his mind was not happy, not happy that no one knew what he did for them. It angered that small part of him, but it also saddened it as well. That part of himself was always locked away, as were his emotions on many long days.But then one person came into his life. That one person changed his life forever.
Words fail him of the beauty he saw in her. It all changed. And he with it.