But My Eyes Can See Everything Novels & Stories

This wasn’t some cruel trick played by a restless brain desperate for hope. It was real. I can see. I had seeing eyes.

He wondered as he clutched onto his stomach which didn't stop making annoying noises. Guess, as a ghost he still had tastes. The bus stop!. It clicked. He had seen something like that on his way here. Maybe he could use it. Since no one could see him, he knew he could use anywhere but still he had tastes. Holding onto his butt, he ran out of the shop.

There’s a very high probability that I still wouldn’t be able to see, and that’s alright. Everything’s going to be alright. So, at that moment, I opened my eyes.

I demanded, knowing I was wasting my breath and him chuckling was conformation of him ignoring me. "And why would I do that? I can see perfectly well." I rolled my eyes, my fists clenching at my sides as it took everything I had in me to not attempt to murder him. "Just because you have weird vision where you can see in complete darkness doesn't mean everyone else does. Unlike you, I'm normal."

She looks tired. Then I see it. My vision goes red and then…nothing.

Throughout the day those grey eyes haunted me. *****Please Vote,comment and share****

“Undressing was harder than I thought." He muttered something I didn't hear. Louder he said: "I can help." "Do not even think." "I will not watch." “Yes, yes,” I said, looking at the scars in the reflection of the mirror. And what the hell happened to my hair? “You can't help me with your eyes closed." “We can see some sort of infrared image of warm bodies, even with our eyes closed." I thought about this for a minute. "Comfortable."

The air went still, and when I opened my eyes, I saw tears in his eyes. eyes, glistening like fragile glass. The intensity of his gaze pierced through the haze of confusion and fear that clouded my mind. I felt a mix of dread and concern as I searched for the right words to say, but they eluded me, trapped in the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

I think Marcus is locked in there with me, but I can’t see anything. I open my eyes, and I see my living room. This is so torturous; to see things but not be able to reach out and touch them. It’s hard to see people and not be able to call out to them and interact. I wish I could move a leg right now. I would just flick it out, and that table would fall over.

My limbs turned heavy and my vision blurred. The last thing I saw before I blacked out were those green eyes. Where had I seen them before?.