Understood

His rage was all they could see. Fists pounding into bone. Broken and bleeding lives, left in his wake. Their vision was a blurr. From heartbreak to hatred. He expressed himself with crimson hands. He embraced their accusations. But she saw the sun dance on his golden waves, the crooked smile that played symphonies on his face, the eyes reflecting seas of emotion. He was the moment when their fingers touched, or he was nothing at all.