Behind Her Eyes Ending Explained Novels & Stories

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

I placed her in the backseat and got into the driver's seat and made my way back to West Palm for the final time. Ana As I was walking down the street, I was going through my phone looking at the texts I had gotten. Hearing something behind me, I turned to see nothing. I went up to an alley and tried to quicken my pace. I let out a gasp as I felt something come over my mouth. I was trying to scream but it was muffled by someone's hand. The hand was replaced with a wet cloth and another hand went around my waist. The last thing I saw before everything went black were those blue eyes that seemed to be so kind and caring, now looking cold.

She closed her eyes, attempting to grasp onto the fading recollection of the last moments. In the midst of her thoughts, the image of those piercing gray eyes emerged vividly. "He... Zain..., Black," she murmured softly, her gaze shifting towards Misty. With a surge of panic, she threw off her blanket and bolted, driven by the instinct to find safety in hiding.

She closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.

Covering her face with a vile, leaving only her eyes uncovered. Already going back on words of not forgiving Ruby, Eric's heart melted. Eric nearly lost his breath. She looked exactly like he saw her one month ago. Her blue eyes was enough to give away her beauty. She looked so beautiful with just those dark blue eyes of her. He knew that no matter where she goes, if he sees those eyes, he will know it's her. He will always recognize those beautiful blue eyes anywhere.

The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something. He didn't. She walked past him. Past all twelve of them. She stood behind the line, her back to them. "There's another battle tomorrow. After this one, we'll rest for a while." No one spoke. She turned around. They were watching her. Twelve pairs of eyes, twelve colors. She looked away and left. She didn't look back. She knew they were watching. If she looked back, someone might notice her eyes were red. --- The next day: Harmony. Silver-white light. The enemy routed.

Beautiful and expressive eyes. - End of Flashback- Franklin made a promised to catch her killers

he replied, her eyes flicked to the mirror again, the black car still holding distance without falling back or dropping out, and the longer they stayed there the more it felt like they knew exactly where this was going too. “They don’t look confused,” she said, “they’re not,” he replied, and that made sense but didn’t help, “then what makes you think this ends the way you want,” she asked, and this time the silence stretched longer before he answered, “because I’ve already taken away their options.” Her eyes moved forward again, focusing on the vehicles ahead. If that was true then what was in front mattered more than anything behind, the cars ahead weren’t moving, not slowly, not idling, ju

His blue-green eyes are full of sorrow, and I smile as brightly as I can to show him that all will be well. "I love you." My energy disappears, and my eyes close. I let the blackness take hold of me, and it could have been a second or hours later, but my soul drifts away. The End.... For Now.