Novel & Cerita From The Corner Of His Eye

Seconds tick by as he stares at him and then suddenly he stands and when his eyes meet mine again, i can swear I see watery streaks at the corners. "Take me to her" he mutters. • • • •

Too much exchange of saliva. My eyes went on ahead and to a corner. He has been standing there for a while. I noticed because in the entire movement of people, sighting one person that was standing still in a corner was unusual. I can't see his face from here with the hat he has on but I felt a pull toward him. His hands were in the pockets of the leather jacket he wore which was zipped halfway.

I feel ashamed doing this, but I don’t have any other options. I slowly took my eyes off the ground and they met his. The corner of his lips tipped up for a meaningful smirk. “I don’t care..!”

That is when I saw him. He was sitting in the far corner of the back seat, which meant he had been there the entire time, which meant he had watched the whole thing happen from ten feet away with his hands rested loose on his thighs and his face arranged into an expression that was not quite blank and not quite curious but something that lived in the territory between the two, something that looked disturbingly like a man watching a situation unfold exactly the way he expected it to, and his eyes, dark and very still, moved to mine the moment I looked at him and did not move away.

When I looked up- indeed a man was standing quietly in the corner. His grey orbs observed us holding an emotion I couldn't quite detect. My eyes swept over him taking in his slightly bulky build and face; wavy brown hair, slightly crooked nose, firm square jaw, pink thin shaped lips and. . . . white. My eyes hardened, his presence making me weary of him being in the same room as her.

It was the same with his vision. Out of the corner of his eye, he could almost see something black and shadowy hovering around his head. It wasn't purple, and it was the only thing he could see that wasn't. However, he could only see it out of the corner of his eye. The moment he turned to look directly at it, it disappeared. Assuming of course that he wasn't imagining it. Something about it made him decidedly uncomfortable, depressed, and just plain listless.

She broke off as she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes grew wide as she looked toward the other side of the room. “And he’s over there!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smile, finally digging into his food. Geez, I thought, suppressing a grin. That was… something.

He just kept his eyes on the road, his hands pretty steady on the wheel and his posture straight. I watched him through the mirror. His jaw was tight, clean-shaven. The veins on his forearms rose with every turn, every shift. His knuckles flexed just slightly on the wheel. I crossed my legs slowly, the slit of my dress parting higher up my thigh. I didn’t do it for balance. He noticed. His eyes flicked to the mirror, then quickly back to the road. But not before I saw the way the corner of his mouth tightened and his nostrils flared.

Just paused mid-word. His pen hovered above the paper. Then, slowly, he turned his head... just enough to see me from the corner of his eye. It wasn’t a question. Wasn’t a challenge. Just... there. Like: I see you. I always did. I looked away fast. Too fast. Stared hard at the corner of my desk like it had answers written in the wood grain. The air felt thicker. He didn’t look at me again. But he didn’t have to.