There was something solemn swimming in his eyes. Their stunning, deep blue held a truth that his face could not hide. The despairing chill that they conveyed made me feel heartbroken. I looked away; I couldn't bear it. What was usually strength, now showed weakness. What used to be joy now showed grief. Then a tear rolled down his cheek. I didn't see it, but could feel him crying beside me. I thought of what had happened. Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while so that we can see with a clearer view again, so putting my hand on his arm, I gave a small, hopefully encouraging smile. He smiled back, and in that moment, I knew everything was going to be alright.