Outside, the rain came down. Red eyes gazed out as the heavens emptied themselves of all the sadness that had filled them. Then those eyes glanced back to those who traveled with him.

As was their wont, they eventually landed on the serene face of the most melancholic person among them. The one with the pretty face. The one who he would do anything for, including to die . . . the one, the only one, who ruled his heart.