Eyelashes Hurt When I Blink Novels & Stories

In the bathroom, Ling Yiran leaned over the sink and washed her cheeks, which were steaming from alcohol, with water. Then, she gazed at herself in the mirror with her almond-shaped eyes. Her hair on her forehead and cheeks were dripping with water. Her cheeks, delicate nose, and lips seemed more rosy than usual. As her eyes blinked gently, her eyelashes would fan like a small fan. In the past, she had always felt that her eyelashes were quite long and beautiful. Sometimes when she put on light makeup, she did not even need mascara. However, after meeting Yi Jinli, she realized that one could forget about women when even men's eyelashes were beautiful.

She momentarily saw a movement of the girl's eyes but she waved it off and blamed it on the fact that she was sleepy and she closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her completely. Belle heard hushed whispers around her subconsciously and she quickly opened her eyes to see who it was which was a terrible idea, I assure you; her eyes dried out as the hospital lights blinded her and she quickly shut her eyes which was an even worse idea as the blinding lights getting in her eyes already dried it up and she pressed the dry eyes together leading to a terrible painful itch.

He kept picking up the knife, telling himself, "I'm a man; I can handle this.” The minute he picked the knife back up. Lyle quickly put it back down. The burning sensation his eyes felt made him begin to rub them. The burning became so unbearable! He moaned in a somewhat sexy tone, asking". “Kita, can you help me? I can barely see out my eyes. They are burning terribly.” She came over to the counter, taking him by the wrist to the kitchen sink, and turned on the cold water". “Rinse your eyes here.”

I just kept talking, wanting my voice to dominate over the eerie sounds of the winds blowing against the trees. Wiping my face with the back of my hand, a low light shimmered brightly against my eyes, almost blinding me. Shielding my eyes, I moved away a little and tried to blink multiple times to adjust to the bright light it shone with. Blinking I tried to get rid of the tears that soaked my sensitive eyes, and the blurriness that invaded my vision.

I shouted to the taxi driver who was waiting for me in the driver's seat. I reached into my handbag and started looking for a tissue to wipe my right eye which was now starting to get watery and red. I feel like taking off my eyeballs for a moment and keeping them in my bag for a while, because they sting and itch. I don't know how to get rid of the pain and itching in my eyes anymore. Looks like I have to use my white glasses to protect my red right eye.

Wishing they'd packed me a mirror, I felt around on my face with gentle fingers. The middle of my nose was tender and brought immediate tears to my eyes when I even grazed it. I blinked through the gathering liquid and took a couple of quick breaths. With a prayer that I was doing this right, I smashed my thumbs against the bumpy part right in the middle.

It took a while for her to fan the eyelids that were feeling a little sore. "Oh my, how is this? Are you feeling really sore?" Sherlynn asked again. Her face looked both worried and guilty. "No, I'm fine," Arleena replied quickly. Not wanting to prolong Sherlynn's troubles. "It's not your fault. I was just really unfocused and suddenly moved my head." "You try opening your eyes slowly," Sherlynn instructed slowly. Following Sherlynn's words, even though it was still painful, Arleena forced her eyes open. While blinking slowly, Arleena tried to neutralize the pain in her right eye.

No one responds. My vision is blurred, something I'd grown used to. This time it felt different. Like a mist covering my eyes but not touching my skin. I blink several times, waiting for the dizziness that usually accompanies the action. It doesn't come. I hesitate before bringing a hand up to wipe at my eyes. The movement is sluggish; and my arm stings but it doesn't feel heavy. I'd grown used to the heaviness of my own body, I realize. An ache does form, greater than I've felt in awhile. It stretches across the muscles of my arm, accompanying the sting from my healing injury. My eyes hurt as I drag a fist over the lids but my vision clears. Clearer than I've felt in who knows how long.

I didn’t move. When her eyes finally lifted, confusion flickered in them just as I reached out. My fingers brushed the delicate, swollen skin beneath her eyes. She blinked, her lashes trembling against my touch. "Do your eyes hurt?" Her reaction was immediate—turning her face slightly, pulling away from my fingers—but I felt the warmth, the damp remnants of her tears, long after she shifted. "It doesn’t hurt. I’m not that delicate," she said, a brittle smile playing on her lips.

Its weird I know but then again nothing else about me is normal. I pull my case with only one eye open since when I rubbed the other one, I think I ripped open my cornea. I also pull down my eye drops from the medicine cabinet then carefully pull my eye open. It burns like hell but also has the feeling of small glass particles being pulled through it.