His hand slid down to cup a pallid cheek, his heart panging in remembrance of the once sun-kissed skin that he used to adore, but was now a sickly pale with bluish veins showing. He thought of the chocolate brown eyes that would stare at him lovingly and would crinkle as he laughed at the dumbest things that were now a bone-chilling red, of the dark hair that was always swept perfectly above his eyes or tousled stylishly but was now mess of white, or of the red plump lips that would almost always spread into a grin but were a pale pink that smiled no longer.