The anguish made him lower his head, his hands stained with blood and tears intertwined in his thick hair. On his handsome face, tears blurred its sharp contours, falling drop by drop onto the carpet. The moonlight outside the window gently cloaked all in the world in a mysterious white veil, yet it could not penetrate inside. His heart had shut its doors, letting no glimmer of light enter; despair and sorrow, like tides, had already drowned his world.
