The Devil Wears Glares.

She jumped back with a whimper, as a burning beam came crashing down, cracking the floor of her once immaculate and opulent mansion. Tears cracked her exquisite face, marring her beautiful visage like juvenile strokes on a magnum opus.

Her irises drowned in the torrential streams of her sorrow, her sobs had tuned her melodious voice into that of a requiem.

She looked at him imploringly reaching out with her despair. She opened her mouth, bringing forth a voice that played a Grammy-winning, mournful solo on the heart-strings.

"You can't just stand there and watch this inferno. Hel-"

"Indeed, no," he interrupted.

His smile was glacial, as he slipped on his glares and turned his back on her.