“Jack look at me,” Anna said putting her hand on his cheek. The next moment nearly made Anna stop breathing. When Jack slowly lifted his head in Anna’s hand, to meet her eyes with his, it nearly took all the air out of her lungs. His look. His blue eyes slowly lifted as they were heavy with worry and concern. Yet they were so beautiful with love. You read about these moments in books, and you see them in movies. But nothing Anna had read or seen could compare to being inches away from such a look. His face was filled with sorrow, pain, and it was horrifyingly sad. Yet here, Anna still thought him beautiful. Through the hurt, was affection. But it was hard for Anna to understand how she was able to see all the pain in his eyes, and still feel comfort from the love that poured out from them. Jack was an Angel she was sure of it. How else could he look so desolate and so beautiful at the same time.