As he placed her down onto the middle of his bed, she noticed his dishevelled hair, the platinum strands falling to the sides of his face, hanging over his forehead. Quiet cries left her lips as her eyes shined with tears. His jaw was strained, holding a stressed expression over his face. The silver in his eyes was dull, with an undertone of red. Her stomach twisted as he met her stare- watching as his lip twitched and his face hardened. He was wearing a mask to prevent her from seeing how he truly felt. His eyes morphed into grey- hard as ice. It was as if he was staring daggers into her soul.