From The Corner Of His Eye Novels & Stories

something flickered at the corners on my eyes. Twisting my neck to the side my eyes I caught sight of a mini device, slightly beeping. I looked at it, perplexed. Another CCTV? Instinctively, I glanced at him, only to find his gaze already locked on me. Open and Direct. Sharp enough to make my breath snag. My eyes flustered as I turned away awkwardly. He never spoke yet it was as if he was passing a message or something. After I was done dusting the shelf I thought to leave.

Could Jamie be trying to get information about him through her? Sharon's gaze flicked discreetly toward Thomas from the corner of her eye. He didn't notice. He was already lost in deep thought.

His eyes flicked past me to my brother, then back to me. And then I saw it— A small cut at the edge of his jaw. Fresh.

I followed his gaze to the far corner, where a shape lay slumped against the wall, barely visible in the dim light filtering through the boarded windows. “Richard.” I ran before I could stop myself, dropping to my knees beside him. He was alive — barely, a shallow, ragged breath moving through him, a dark stain spreading across his shirt where someone had struck him, or worse. His eyes fluttered open at my touch, unfocused at first, then slowly finding my face.

His shoulders draw back, his chin lifts a fraction, and his eyes go somewhere I can’t follow. “We’re barely even cordial,” I say.

how did he know? When I rounded to where he went and entered the corner, I saw him ramming into one of the head staff intensely, I could tell that the girl had lost it because her eyes were wide open and she was supposed to see me when I arrived but she didn't, my eyes subconsciously when to the mini monster and my eyes widened.

It's amusing, I saw him gritting his teeth in my peripheral vision. As his next move, he distanced again from me. I know he is thinking about something, but that's not important though.

It was more like… the lights had gone out behind his eyes. I slowed, and for a second I considered pretending I hadn’t noticed. That would be the safest option. That’s what most people do when they see someone looking like that, look away so they don’t have to carry it. But he’d looked cornered last night. And I knew what it felt like to be tired in a way that wasn’t fixed by sleep. So I cleared my throat gently. “Hey.” His eyes blinked, like he was coming back from somewhere far away. He straightened too fast, like he’d been caught doing something wrong.

The movement at the corner of my eye brought my attention to Matt as he descended the stairs. Our eyes met and I could see he meant to say something, but his lips never parted. He appeared confused and were I a few brain cells shorter, I may have even thought there was remorse mixed in.

I searched around the place for him with my eyes and then I saw him seated alone at a corner. Just then he looked up looking at my direction as if he had sensed my presence and our eyes met. I walked slowly towards him, my eyes not leaving his face.