A Question!

The wind swept through his black, wavy hair, embracing the mess with beauty. I was gazing into his charcoal like black eyes, which remained ominous and unawed in the silent and blinding brightness. It foreshadowed his warm and subtle face. Ceasing his smile, as those stale, pinkish lips clamped shut with disobedience and wrath. His feeble yet firm voice escaped the void of his mouth. "Who did this to you"