She turned around, searching for him somewhere, anywhere, and found him easily because her gaze always just seemed to involuntarily gravitate towards him—wherever he just so happened to be. There were tears leaking down his cheeks and his beautiful, enchanting eyes were red-rimmed; it was a painful contrast to see within them such despondency combined with their usual alluring pulchritude. The sight of him like that made her want to hold him close and console him. All she wanted to do was kiss every inch of his face. She yearned to take his pain away even though she was feeling the same agony herself. Something inside of her broke when she saw him crying; it was probably her heart. It shattered and fixed itself continuously from the minute she saw tears of desolation in his eyes.