Behind Her Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Even now, the memory of her face lingered like an echo I could not shake . I remembered how she had looked at them yesterday at the hospital reopening event. Her look was not casually, not the way strangers admire children. No, her gaze had lingered too long, too intensely, as if she saw something only she could understand. Recognition. Grief. Longing. Why my girls? Out of all the children there, why had Amara’s eyes locked onto mine? Why do much interest in our lives ? I forced a smile, unwilling to let my worry show. “Girls finish your food before it gets cold,” I said softly.

She swiftly turned around and ran away from me, not bothering to pick up the herbs that she had dropped earlier, while I remained standing there, trying to replay the memory of what I had seen in her eyes. Her eyes shifted into something dark – totally black with a slit in the middle. A slit that was like an opening to another portal — and it was colored green. Her eyes stood out vividly in my memory. And first, I thought it was her wolf, until I remembered I had seen those eyes somewhere.

Her bright blue eyes are so bright, it’s like looking at the clearest sky. As sleep finally pulled me under, my dreams are so vivid, it’s as though I am there, reaching out to touch her just as she disappears. Panic rises within me as the scene around me fades,standing in a void of darkness, before she reappears always just out of reach. There is something behind her eyes, a sadness so deep.

Chapter thirty-Two. She stopped. Read the last paragraph. Read it again. Her hands were completely still. The last chapter was not dramatic. Clare was not standing in a burning building, running through an airport, or making a speech to someone who needed to hear it. She was standing at a window — her window, the one in the apartment she'd found after everything fell apart, the one with the rubber plant on the sill and the city outside doing its permanent indifferent thing. She was looking at it.

French toast, strawberry chops and turkey slices. And a can of coke. Unusual! "Something like what?" He asked, leaning back. "urrrrgh," I scanned the room until my eyes fell on the bookrack in front of me. "This!" I pull out one of the novels. “Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough,” he said immediately, without even glancing at it. He could tell which of the books were missing by just looking at the rest on the rack. “You read it?” There's suspicion in his tone.

I remained mute to the spots as I mustered the courage to face the group once more. They all had the same look I had on my face as they stared in a particular direction. Behind, an outstandingly beautiful girl sat staring deep into my eyes as if trying to pierce my soul. Her skin glowed like melted chocolate in a saucepan, as her hoodie laid on her effortlessly on her head. She lifted her head so I could see her face. She had blue glasses which made it difficult for me to see her stunningly carved eyes that loomed angrily behind the shades. I couldn’t guess the colors her eyes were made up of, but they will either be black or brown.

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

I saw someone so familiar, their hair looked rough and wild, like something that came straight out from a horror movie and their eyes looked so wild, like only the white part of their eyes was visible, rolled back in a way that made my stomach turn. I snapped my eyes shut immediately and reopened them quickly, hoping I wasn't going insane and when I opened my eyes, the image wasn't there anymore. Quickly, I walked towards my window with shaky hands, bringing the curtains down. And walking towards my bed, quickly covering the duvet around me like it could protect me. "I hope I'm not going insane or perhaps it's the book I have been reading," I whispered, closing my eyes but each time I closed

Then she turns to face me and for the first time, I am able to get a proper look at her eyes. She is said to be blind, with only the whites of her eyeballs visible for all to see. And yet as I stare at her, I catch a glimmer of red. Red flames smoulder deep in her eyes. From far away I hear her voice; it is the voice of thunder echoing and also the mere whisper that runs through my mind. I begin to feel afraid and try to tear my gaze away from her but it feels as if an invisible pair of hands are holding onto my face and forcing me to look. So I look, I have no choice but to look.

I can feel the satisfaction through my vein at the moment. "Why are you so eager to become an adult,huh. Once you become an adult, you need to decide for yourself. You also need to find job or else people will judge you. There's nothing exciting in being an adult, you know..." "It's not because of that," "Then what?" His face suddenly turn red. He's also avoiding my eyes and he's smiling. Oh my god, I think I know what's happening. "Wait... don't tell me--" "Look!We are here! Let's go sister, time to depart,"He didn't let me speak anymore. He suddenly dragged me outside and I suddenly saw familiar girl running towards us. I looked at Ken once again and looked back at Noni.