Behind Her Eyes Synopsis Novels & Stories

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

I saw him again on a Tuesday. Not at a supernatural event. Not at one of Kenny's carefully orchestrated visibility performances. Just on a Tuesday afternoon in the West Village, three blocks from my apartment, standing outside a coffee shop with a cup in his hand, looking at nothing in particular. I almost walked past him. Almost. He looked up at exactly the wrong moment, and our eyes met, and I felt it again. That particular quality of being seen that had nothing to do with performance or visibility or the attention system that ran the city underneath its surface. Just a man looking at a woman and actually seeing her.

I nodded with a smile. Just as we were about to drive off, a disheveled female beggar suddenly stumbled out from the roadside bushes. She grabbed onto my car window and stared at me with cloudy, frantic eyes. "Tobias! Tobias, is that really you?" It was Amanda. She looked even worse than I had imagined. A foul odor surrounded her. Her hair hung in tangled knots, and her injured leg twisted at an unnatural angle. Her gaze shifted from me to Olivia, who had not even gotten into the passenger seat yet but was clearly chatting happily with me. Suddenly, Amanda broke down in tears.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

The idea of not seeing my baby’s face as they’re brought out of me sent a wave of sadness through me. For that reason, I reconsidered my option. “You can assess my eyes,” I said and walked over to the couch. She came to meet me there and I heard her set down some equipment. Liam was still in the room, but awfully quiet. He watched as the woman told me to widen my eyes to the highest level and pried around it with something I didn’t know. “Have you perhaps seen anything since that accident? Maybe for one second, your eyes worked.” “No. Except for dreams and nightmares, they never worked normally.”

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

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.

But the moment she turned her back on me, I felt it again-Derick's eyes, persistent, boring deep into me as though he was looking right through me. I bit the inside of my cheek, the feeling too much to bear. I had no idea why it was being so.exposing. So exposed. His presence was overpowering, filling the room in such a way that made me want to run and hide. But something made me glance up. The instant his eyes met mine, I caught my breath. The darkness of his eyes appeared to penetrate me and I braced myself. I could not look away, though every fiber of me cried out to do so.