Empty Look In Eyes Novels & Stories

He chuckled. "Concern." "Oh," she nodded. "I see. That makes sense. Violet?" He exhaled and relaxed with her in his arms. That was the current colour of his eyes so it only fit right to ask. "Happiness." "Why don't you show emotion on your face?" "What is this? A Q and A?" "You show emotion a few times but other times, you're so blank." He sighed. "My eyes already do it for me. Why should my face?" "But people won't be able to understand you then."

I couldn't breathe or see anything from tears in my eyes. Jack looked from dust to me. Slowly he began to walk towards me and I stepped away from him. The wall was keeping my back again, there wasn't any space where to go anymore. He didn't say anything just looked into my eyes, his face pale was covered by black veins, he didn't have any color in his eyes, they were full of blackness. I was looking at them as they were black holes where time and space don't exist here. His silence was killing me.

She couldn't even believe it to shed tears on his farewell. She was sitting beside him without any emotion in her eyes. Her honey brown eyes were blank and hollow which showed him a glimpse of himself in her. Her face was masking as his and he could feel that he was watching a female version of himself. When she trailed her eyes up at him he couldn't speak for a while and kept staring in her hollow lifeless eyes as if her soul was drained out.

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

The air was sucked out of the room fast; it felt like the whole top part of the atmosphere was crushing down on the executive floor. Elara's lungs were empty in one moment. The air was gone, taken away by a vacuum that was so strong it made her chest cave in. The sudden change in air pressure made the tiny blood vessels in her eyes burst. She saw a red mess all over everything. The world was a double-vision nightmare.

I can feel that this man is no ordinary man, he doesn't look like someone from this world. He can effortlessly send someone to grave with those dark green eyes of his. Those eyes are so cold and blank that you can't read anything from it. The only thing those eyes can do is make you shudder. I quickly withdrew my gaze and let it fall to the marble floor. He's standing so close in front of me and I can hear the pondering of my heart.

If that had happened though, I'm sure they would be the ones to have the last laugh, and not me. My boots dragged more than they stepped, like the weight in my chest was chained to the floor. The world blurred around me, faces ducking out of sight, whispers slithering away into corners, but I heard none of it. All I saw was her eyes. Those empty eyes Blank, and staring at me like there was never a thing between us. I never for one day thought the word I would use to describe her eyes would be empty. It had never crossed my mind, and even though the evidence was glaring that maybe orange was the new black, I didn't want to believe it.

I said, not breaking eye contact with his blank gaze. His beautiful eyes were distracting. They were ocean blue, but no matter how beautiful they were, there was no emotion in them. When you stared into his eyes, it was like looking into a dark room. Even his facial expression was just blank, making it really hard to read if he was angry or happy. You'd probably have to rely on the aura surrounding him or the way he looked at you. If you're good at reading someone's expressionless face, you're good.

He leaned in, elbows braced on the desk, his breath fogging faintly against the cold glass. There he was. Pale. Drawn. The beginnings of a bruise beneath one eye—faint, but there. Eyes ringed with exhaustion, the whites tinged slightly red. Hair slightly unkempt. A faint smear of soot still clung to his collar, like a fingerprint left by fire. But that wasn’t what caught his attention. It was the look in his eyes. Not fear. Not grief. Just... emptiness. A flicker of something hollow—like someone had scraped the inside of his soul clean and left only echoes.

The air in the treatment room felt like it had turned to ice the moment the young man opened his eyes. Socha stood frozen, the candle in her hand trembling as the flickering light played over those stagnant, green eyes. She had spent her life healing the most horrific wounds, but she had never looked into eyes that felt so empty. Socha snaps out of her shock, forcing her voice to remain steady despite the frantic beating of her heart. She leans in slightly, her healer’s instincts trying to find a crack in his stony facade.