From The Corner Of His Eye Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It’ll sting like hell when you move, but it’s not deep. You’ll be fine.” “You sound disappointed,” I said lightly, trying to defuse the way my pulse had just doubled. His hand slid in a fraction, thumb brushing against intact skin just above the worst of it. “Not even a little,” he said. The weight of his gaze hit me then. He’d turned his head just enough to look at me out of the corner of his eye, careful not to let his focus drop below my face. There was heat there now—undisguised, banked but burning.

"Do not fight the machine. I have got you. You are safe." My father was not safe.. He knew it. He squeezed my fingers hard with a sudden burst of strength because he was so scared. His eyes looked away from mine moving wildly towards the corner of the room then back to me his chest going up and down really fast. I looked where he was looking. High up in the corner, where the white wall met the ceiling there was a dome of dark glass stuck in the plaster. There was a lens inside surrounded by a ring of special sensors. That was not what caught my attention.

But I saw the faintest flicker of something behind his eyes—something I couldn’t quite place. ‎ ‎“What do you mean?” His voice was low, but it had that sharp edge to it I knew so well. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

It was a cross between a pained wail and something that sounded like heartbreak. “Wanna get out of here?” He asked leaning closer to the dashboard enough to punch the small START button next to his steering, my eyes were robotic as they followed him. “Please.” That was all I managed to say. Just before he could step on the gas, I caught a movement from the corner of my eye. And no, it wasn’t from the onlookers that were standing guard like some possessed lunatics watching over little movements that Sebastian and I did. As for how he remained unaffected by all of this was still beyond me.

Alex I was just about at the end of my workout when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I was in the far end of the gym working on doing a few squats when that person walked over to the area I was in. Keeping a close on him in the mirror, he started to lift some weights. What the hell were they even still doing here? Don't they have their own things to deal with?

I was very nervous and turned coward. His eyebrows frowned as he walks in. He looked a bit stressed and frustrated? Why? He looks troubled. When he put his stuffs on the desk he suddenly roam his gaze. He caught my gazr even though I was at the very end. When our eyes met, the expression on his face changed. He was still frowning but I saw a glint of darkness in his eyes. Damn! Why is he gazing like that? Someone might notice him. But I think I was the only one who saw that.

He didn’t need to speak; he had already made his presence known. Though his eyes were hidden behind those dark, impenetrable sunglasses, I could feel them watching me. I could sense the heat of his gaze, the way it sliced through my anger, igniting something I didn’t want to acknowledge. He looked distant, almost somber, but his jaw twitched when he saw me approaching. That small movement—so subtle, yet so telling—betrayed the mask he wore. There was something bubbling underneath his cool exterior. Maybe guilt. Maybe regret.

He asked appropriate questions and made appropriate responses. But he was also, consistently, in my peripheral vision. Not across the room. Not in the doorway. On the edge. In the specific zone of vision that required you to be aware of something without looking at it directly, the zone where you could watch without being seen to watch. He was in that zone for forty-five minutes. I knew because I was tracking it.

I could hear my own breathing, slightly heavier than before. That was when I caught the movement from the corner of my eye. Joe. He hadn’t left fully. He was standing near the entrance to the locker area, half-hidden by the row of lockers. He saw it. The hand on my face. Me not stopping it. The close distance. Everything. His expression shifted fast. Jaw locked. Eyes narrowed. He didn’t say a word. Just watched for a second longer, then turned and walked out. The door shut behind him with a heavy click.

His lірѕ рullеd uр аt thе соrnеrѕ аt thе lооk сrоѕѕіng mу face. “I thіnk уоu’rе gеttіng уоur іnѕесtѕ mіxеd uр, Joel.” I сhuсklеd but then noticed thе mischievous glіnt іn his еуеѕ.