He turns around, a look of pure anguish imprinted on what used to be a happy, alive but, is now a young, vulnerable, withered face.
"Fang..." I whisper. He doesn't seem to hear me.
I stare into those dark, onyx orbs. The ones that used to sparkle with laughter and mischief. The ones that I used to look into and feel as though I could fall... and keep falling into eternity. The ones that used to show so much love and hope but now look empty, apart from that torturous look of anger, hurt and devastation all rolled into one, twisted, almost unreadable emotion. Almost.
At that moment, I wish, no. I would do or give anything to hold him in my arms and take the pain away.
But I can't. That's what hurts the most. That's what causes me to lose a little bit of hope each time I look at his face. The stiff set of his chiselled jaw. The soft, plump lips that I could spend hours on end, just simply looking. And the lips that have the potential to light up the world with just one smile. That smile that I hope to see again someday. And that's what kills me...
The possibility that I will never see that smile.
That's what kills me every time.