Funny Side-eye 소설 & 이야기

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Noah gives me a side eye as I make a guilty facial expression. "Ooo, well I mean, you're not exactly wrong" I shake my head, flashing him an innocent smile. "You know, I think he looks quite like me" he proudly announces as I widen my eyes in mockery. "Don't flatter yourself buddy" I laugh out, turning my head from the screen to him.

My eyes squinted and look at Syl's hair. Is it? Why does it look the same to me? "You noticed it?! Wow! Old Ryu, your eyes is the best!" I sneered and open the door at the backseat and sit. How come that the eye sight of an old man is greater than mine? I scoffed and look at them through the mirrow. I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw them look at each other and then laugh and clapped their hands together. They are making fun of me again!

He whispered. I smirked at his words and flipped my hair to the side. I rolled my eyes back and asked, "How about this?" "No, it's creepy," He said. I looked at the left with one eye while trying to look straight with the right eye. "Is this good enough for you?" I asked him. Then I stick my tongue out too. I knew I looked horrible. Jake started to laugh at my silly actions. "Nope, stop rolling your eyes here and there. What if they get stuck at the wrong side?" He said.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

It was genuine amusement, as though I had just told him the funniest joke he had ever heard. "You actually think I'm going to tell you that?" The laugh grated on my nerves. I straightened, pulling a knife from my belt. The blade caught the light as I turned it slowly in my hand, letting him see it and understanding what was coming. His laughter died, but the smirk remained. I moved faster than he expected. The knife flashed forward and I drove the tip into the corner of his right eye, just deep enough to break the skin. Not enough to cause permanent damage yet, but enough to make my point crystal clear.

Sunny noticed my expression. "You okay?"I forced a small nod. "Yeah." "Liar."She grinned. "You've been making that exact face since I knocked." "I don't make faces." "Oh, you definitely do." "I don't." "You look like someone forced you to eat vegetables."Despite myself...I almost smiled again. Sunny pointed triumphantly. "There!" "You almost smiled again."I sighed. "I think you imagine things."She gasped dramatically. "I have excellent eyesight." "I can literally shoot the wings off a fly."I blinked.

His hands rest casually against the railing while he watches the crowd below with lazy confidence. Then his eyes lock onto mine. Directly. Not casually. Not accidentally. Just staring at me like he's already decided I'm worth figuring out. I feel irritation flare instantly beneath my skin. "Oh, fuck off," I mutter. I stare right back at him, roll my eyes deliberately, and mouth the words slowly. Fuck. You. For one second he just blinks. Then he laughs. Actually laughs. Not some smug smirk either—his shoulders shake while he bends forward slightly against the railing, clearly entertained. One of his friends looks confused before following his gaze down toward me.

he shamelessly said, his voice dripping with fake concern. I rolled my eyes. “I'll take my chances with the floor thank you very much." He chuckled softly. Chuckling seemed to be his thing now; everything amused him. “Stupid idiot," I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes from boredom once more. “You know your eyes are going to get stuck if you continue like that," He voiced between chuckles. I hissed at him. “Mind your own business." This time I rolled my eyes even harder to provoke him, except this time the prank was on me.

It was genuine amusement, as though I had just told him the funniest joke he had ever heard. "You actually think I'm going to tell you that?" The laugh grated on my nerves. I straightened, pulling a knife from my belt. The blade caught the light as I turned it slowly in my hand, letting him see it and understanding what was coming. His laughter died, but the smirk remained. I moved faster than he expected. The knife flashed forward and I drove the tip into the corner of his right eye, just deep enough to break the skin. Not enough to cause permanent damage yet, but enough to make my point crystal clear.