Empty Look In Eyes Novels & Stories

You can see strands of it laying all over area. One of the eyeballs is missing, the socket looks like a deep black hole sitting on their face. It gives you a creepy feeling; almost like you could see deep in the soul. It’s eye is laying over to the side while the other is hanging loose out of the socket, blood leaking out of the tear ducts, almost as if the person was crying blood before they succumbed to the fatality of their wounds. The blood runs down the face, in a tear streak path, that leads past the nose to the mouth.

He could only look to her blankly, jaw clenching. "Of course you don't understand. I look in those stunning grey eyes of yours everyday and you wanna know what I see?" She murmured coarsely and he didn't respond, only looked to her with that very gaze she was describing. She pursed her lips for a moment before speaking again. "In those eyes, I see nothing: no emotion, no want and definitely no fight. It's true when you said you would act no different for anyone because there's nothing else you can give." She breathed out, watching him with heated eyes.

I add. They didn't answer. I added pressure down their neck, but not enough to cut off air circulation. Their eyes completely blanked out. Holding off any emotion from coming onto the surface. They were used to this kind of treatment, maybe even worse with the way, they were able to quickly shield away their emotions. I moved my hand away from their neck and rested my hand against their chest, slowly feeling it rise and fall as they breathe. I took this time to look over their features once again. Their face has regained some color, a slight pink hue grazing their cheeks, although it is still as pale as the white walls behind them. Their eyes were a bright shade of green, but void of any lif

The least I could do was obey a simple instruction. Clara I moved around the stranger after asking him to wait. I found my lamp and lit the wick. Light flooded the room, giving me a better look at the man. His eyes were stunning. They were a clear green, like the sun filtering through the leaves in summer. They made him even more handsome. There was something wrong, though. Those beautiful eyes were vacant, staring into the distance. I moved the lamp and his pupils remained unchanged. He didn’t follow the motion when I waved my hand in front of his face.

But here she was starting without any ounce of fear at her face. Heck, she didn't have any emotion on her face. Nicholas walked and stood closer to her but she was sitting in a frozen position her knees curled against her chest and her arms on her knees. Her hazel eyes completely emotionless just like a dead person. The shine from hey eyes were completely gone. Every emotion, shine, spark everything was completely drained out of her eyes leaving the emptiness behind.

I say at a low tone to her as I watch her looking at me with horror. " No..." She whispers. " I didn't realise it was a knife... I.. I... " That's stream down her cheeks as her body shakes slightly. She can't find how to put it into words. I know the feeling. The feeling of emptiness. Totally. No emotions, no words, no thoughts being totally empty. And that's when I see it. The emptiness taking over her eyes slowly... Just like it did mine years ago.. It eats ip your soul slowly until there's nothing left.

Straddling him, the butterfly knife pressed against his skin, we locked eyes in perfect stillness. His pupils were completely black—bottomless pools that reflected no emotion, no thought, nothing at all. I could see nothing human there, and yet the emptiness itself felt almost… sentient. People used to tell me my eyes gave everything away; now I found myself wishing I could read his. Even though, physically, I might have had the upper hand, something about that dark gaze made me feel utterly exposed. Vulnerable.

How was any of that my fault? I saw through the front window, his eyes were open. He wasn’t breathing. I could tell by the lifeless pale face of his that he was dead. Earlier.. it must have been a reflection of the light because at this moment, his eyes were completely normal. Normal? They were empty and lifeless but they didn’t seem like silver prosthetics. They were a pale blue with a pupil and a white cornea, just as a normal eye should be. This guy.. I looked the car over, it was an uber. I decide to check the back just in case there was someone else. I would expect my recognition skills to fail me.

Her small snores were the only sound that could be heard in the dark and quiet lounge. She was drifted in her wonderland as her sleeping form wasn't aware of two empty and soulless pits staring at her. Deadly and expressionless. Empty and blank. No emotions swirling in them. Rather the most primitive and sacred emotion of love had died within the owner of those eyes years ago and all that was left were two void and deep orbs. Deeper than the deepest sea. Darker than the darkest night.

He hadn't said much during the ceremony other than at the altar but now he just sitting stiffly next to me, watching the reception. I reached forward and picked up the champagne glass that was on the table in front of me, before whirling the contents of it around absentmindedly. That was when I noticed, out of the corner of my eye that he was staring at me. That same unfathomable gaze that always met me momentarily stared at me before flicking back to the floor, though I wasn't sure if I was supposed to feel terrified or puzzled by the blankness of his eyes. I couldn't feel anything from his gaze, it was always so empty and hollow as if it didn't contain a person behind them.