Behind Her Eyes Synopsis Novels & Stories

George arrived late for his lecture and tried not to disturb the class as he quietly found a seat. While trying to get himself in order, his wallet fell down and bending to pick it up, he saw a very tender hand with nice fingers already holding the wallet. He raised his head to see who has those beautiful fingers and it turned out to be the very same blue eyes that made a space forhim on her seat the other day, “here you go,” she said, offering the wallet to him.

"Is this retribution for all the things I have done?" The next day, Zoe had a nightmare. In her nightmare, all her limbs had been tied, and she could not move. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black holding a dagger. The man pressed her head down with one hand while his other hand plunged a dagger into her eye. He used the dagger to gouge her eyeballs out! "Ah—!" Zoe screamed miserably! This was not a dream! This was real! Both her eyeballs had been gouged out!

Sat with her hands in her lap and her heart running too fast and the dream playing behind her eyes — the dark forest, the wounded moon, the sound of something running that she always knew was her. For the first time in twenty one years she didn't wake up before she saw what she looked like. She saw it now. Eyes closed in the back of a cab going home. Amber. Deep and burning and lit from within. The same eyes as his.

I was about to lose my chance to talk to her and I couldn’t let that happen. I made my way towards her, weaving past the drinkers and dancers. As I approached her, I subconsciously held her by her arm, stopping her from leaving the counter. She immediately turned to look at me, and I was left mesmerized. Her eyes, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen on earth, they were captivating. They were blue, like the ocean and bright like the sun. As I gazed into her eyes, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of sapphire. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light, captivating me with their intensity. I was so lost in the colour of her eyes, until I heard her quiet sobs. I looked at her, a

Which haunts me till this day. My eyes landed on the fragile body lying in my arms once I snapped out of my state. Her back against my solid chest, as my arms secured her body. I leaned forward to see her face full of dried tears and Everything came tumbling down to me. We...we did it last night. Fuck! How could she? How could she just turn out like this? I thought good of her. I.... thought she was the same cute girl I used to know. The Jenne I've always wanted to see isn't there anymore.

But she couldn't bring herself to say those words. Henry grasped her foot anyway. He lowered his eyes, examining the wound on her leg. No one knew that tears rolled from Henry's downcast eyes. Perhaps only the patch of snow melting beneath his tears knew his sorrow in that moment.

Inside the bag was the eye drops Cynthia had bought for her, but she knew that she did not need them. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't understand why he would do such a thing. Did he accidentally blacklist her? Or did he do it on purpose? She returned to her dorm. There were two other interns living here, both young and beautiful girls. "Mo, you're back. Come here for some grapes." One of them greeted her. "Thank you." Maureen put down her bag, picked up a chair and sat beside them. "What happened to your eyes?" " Sand entered into them."

He only brought it up as a bluff, a threat. Helen stepped into the room only to see Nathaniel's pallor. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" The rims of Nathaniel's eyes were tinged with redness, and he looked at Helen. She shared my resemblance, but that was where the similarities came to an end. The loving relationship he had, he had it with me. Our relationship was irreplaceable, or it was supposed to be. His hands tightened around the divorce papers. 'Why'd I mistake her for Ginny? That one-night-stand was an accident, but everything after that was…'

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.

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”