“A drooping twist of his mouth had replaced the slightly mischievous smile. One could discern in his eyes, an uncertainty, a vacancy, a slowly creeping sense of certain death. Our words of reassurance were hollow and devoid of confidence: he ignored them. His bouts of sobbing became more frequent, but he didn't leap back to normality as he did earlier: he withdrew into a flat sullenness. It was as if he was bereft of all emotions, and there was nothing to express. There was just that waiting for death.”
Book:FLOWERS OF STARDUST