She was gone and he felt nothing, I could see it in his eyes. Those empty eyes that stared onward, not looking at anything in particular but somehow haunting the room. His mouth was unbent and showed no desire to curve up or down in any expression of humanity. Looking into his face I could see that he was bored, bored and unmoved in a place like that. In this monumental moment how could anyone have the gall to be unmoved? How could anyone be bored? What kind of man could be at such an event and not react in the slightest?
I gazed captivated by his emotionless eyes, obsessively searching for a flicker of pain or sorrow. This became my mission and it distracted me completely from the grave ordeal that went on without us as I was unable to pay attention to anything but those cold and dead eyes. Inside I raged against him, flinging myself against the walls of my being with a fury brought on by one mans capacity for apathy. I wanted to scream at him, shake him until he heard m