Feels Like Sand In My Eye When I Blink Mga Nobela at Kwento

His injured body stirred slightly, having received a vial of life. I leaned closer to place my forehead on his. Our skin held on to each other like magnets. A sharp, pain rose in my head. I could feel a sting in my eyes. It felt like my eyes were poked with sharp pins. My eyes watered. I was testing up. I felt the first drop escape my eyelids but it didn't feel like the usual runny feel of tears. It was thicker and smelt like…. Blood.

My eyelids flutter open, but the world is an unfocused blur. A sharp sting pulls at the edges of my vision, making it hard to concentrate. My eyes feel as though they’ve been sealed shut, like it was crusted with remnants of dried blood and sweat. Each blink is like scraping sandpaper against my skin. I barely manage to peel them open and, for a moment, all I can see is the dim flicker of a single lantern swaying above me, casting erratic shadows on the four corners of the canvas walls around me. The lantern’s light dances wildly, its movements jarring and unpredictable. It’s like the flickering of my thoughts—disjointed, fragmented, struggling to come together.

ZENEVIEVA Why can't I open my eyes? I blinked and I felt pains, gosh!! All my body felt intense pains as If i was carrying a stone and a little sigh escaped my lips. My sight was blurry and my throat was scarred with dryness and pains. I tried swallowing my saliva to moist my throat but It iched me instead and I groaned in discomfort. A sharp gasp escaped from someone's lips and I wondered who it was. I couldn't see clearly and I stretched my hands and asked for water.

A whoosh of air, a sudden release that hauls him back and pushes me away, so I’m dropped on my a** in the dirt, blinking stupendously. It’s all a whir of mere seconds, as though I’m in slow motion and the world is speeding around me. My vision is blurry with tears, and my left eye is burning so bad it’s streaming. As I try to acclimatize, I can see the fluid form of a trained fighter, a silent, deadly movement and intimidating presence.

Dear lord, blinded wоuld bе аn undеrѕtаtеmеnt. A few mоmеntѕ lаtеr I tried аgаіn, blіnkіng ѕеvеrаl tіmеѕ tо gаіn ѕоmе kіnd оf focus. My еуеѕ fеlt gritty and sore, I guеѕѕ hours оf endlessly сrуіng had taken іtѕ tоll. On mу nеxt аttеmрt, I mаnаgеd to рrу them fullу open to bе greeted with Elijah’s kind face peering over mе.

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.

ALTHEA My eyelids feel like stone. Heavy. Aching. Every time I try to lift them, they drop back down. But then, finally, I manage. Light floods in, too bright and too white. I wince, blinking fast, my dry eyes adjusting slowly to the glow. Everything is clean. Too clean. Pristine white walls. Pale curtains fluttering slightly from the breeze coming through a half-open window. The sharp smell of disinfectant tickles my nose.

Tristan helped me sit up, by doing something that made a quarter of the bed, suddenly begin to rise. "Is it fine like this?" He asked, and I nodded. "It feels so itchy, wet, and like something's moving in my eye." I complained immediately, since one wasn't meant to keep quiet about discomfort when with a doctor. "It's a natural effect. You'll feel like that, and your eyes will water a lot, but don't you worry, you'll be able to use your eyes properly in no time." He replied. "So, I can see right now?" I asked, and he chuckled.

It was like getting lost in the sea, but it leaves you with the feeling of a vacation. My hands flew to my eyes, forcing the tears in and dabbing away the stubborn remains of it. "No... I mean yes, but the thing is that I don't think the fan here are well dusted, so... Yeah, dust particles fell into my eyes." He chuckled, taking another step closer to me. I took another one backwards. Not necessarily wanting to put much distance between us but knowing I needed to. Everything had happened so fast, I needed time to clear my head.

The moment my foot touches the hot sand a searing pain makes my breath stop. More warm tears rush down my eyes. My foot is on fire. The sand is hotter than the sand of the desert. I bite my life and fist my hands so tightly that my nails dug inside my palm. I try my best to bear the pain. Hot tears are continuously leaving my eyes. Bracing my heart, I put my other foot on the burning sand too. This time the pain is unbearable and I wince loudly. My feet are burning. I have never felt such pain in my life before. It is unbearable.