Despair washed the radiant color from her beautiful face; it resembled a death mask.

Despair washed over him, colder and deeper than any storm wave.

Despair washed over the faces of the soldiers, to be replaced by hopeless determination.

Despair washed over him, and he began to weep.

Despair washed over her so completely she thought she would drown.

Despair had washed the radiant color from his face until it resembled a death mask.

Despair washed over me, but I tightened my hold, as though I could keep time and blood both at bay.

Despair washed over me as I gripped the still struggling girl to me.

Despair washed through her at the terrible sense of betrayal-despair and unreasoning anger.

Despair washed over him like a bucket of ice water.