You couldn't even catch the color of his eyes because they were always centered at the ground, like he was searching for something he'd lost years ago and when he looked up at me to smile I could feel the emptiness dwelling deep within him as it appeared hopelessly broken and I don't think he wanted it to be that way. He looked like the absence of a human, like a walking corpse as his under eyes seemed to be permanently tattooed purple, and I didn't know if he ever noticed his laugh that seemed fractured and hollow like it took every ounce of energy from his body to produce. He was the kind of person you wanted to hold to keep all of the pieces together. The kind of person you couldn't let go