Goodbye In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

Her upturned green eyes glimmer as she scans each page of the album, humming a lullaby that suits her mood. She raised her head and looked at the door when someone knocked, still smiling ear to ear. Please come in." She responded gently. Her voice was sweet in an American accent. A woman in a dark suit wielding a katana on her back bowed down her head when she entered and saw the woman. "Madam? Your plan has been executed." Her protruding green eyes went wide blissfully when she heard the good news. "That fast? Well done! Finally." She rose from her seat and walked towards the glass wall, facing the sunset in the west. Her face beams with excitement, but deep in her eyes, although it seemed

Goodbye to everyone, goodbye to having a pathetic life, goodbye to the voices in my head, goodbye to having to pretend to be okay when I'm not, goodbye to being a painful reminder, goodbye to being an asshole, goodbye to Sarah, and lastly, goodbye to Temi. My stomach churned and twisted as my heartbeat pumped faster and faster like it was going to burst. I could feel my eyes starting to close and I let out a scream in agony as a sharp pained pierced and tore into my heart. It slowed down, till it finally stopped beating, my eyes closed as I welcomed the darkness. If anyone could see me, I imagined they took a glimpse at the sad smile that had rested on my face. Goodbye father. Sarah Present

Looking at her, I wonder how she has fallen so far. Come on, love.” His cold voice sends a shiver down my spine. “We have things to do. Get rid of her.” There was nothing in his eyes. Absolutely nothing. This is the same man that was created for me, yet his eyes held nothing but contempt and cruelty. What happened? Where did the fates go wrong? "Goodbye,” she whispers, but I see no remorse in her eyes. The love that was once there no longer exists. “You should have joined us when you had a chance.” With those last words, she plunges her sword deep into my chest.

My husband, Victor Moretti, is the Don of the most powerful Mafia family in New York. Everyone knows he loves me more than his own life. But no one knows how many things his love forbids. He never lets me swim because he says my eyes are too sensitive to chlorine. He never lets me touch a gun because the smell of gunpowder and the recoil would hurt me. When I tell him I want a tattoo, he refuses that too. “I love every inch of your skin,” he says. “I don’t want anything covering it.” But anyone who has known me for long knows I grew up by the sea. Diving has always been what I’m best at. And getting a tattoo has been at the top of my bucket list for as long as I can remember. That afternoon,

“The mark… it’s… it’s gone.” She froze. Just for a second. Then she turned her head slowly, and her eyes met mine. Those brown eyes—once warm, once full of light, once shining whenever they found me—were now empty. As empty as a dead sky. As cold as winter stone. Nothing inside them. Nothing at all. It was like looking into the eyes of someone who had buried everything she ever felt. And when she spoke, her voice was colder than her eyes. “Yes. It’s gone.”

White feathers adorned my hair, with a shy blush coloring my young face. I had said, "Kyson, we're a family from now on." Back then, his eyes had been full of wonder. It was love at first sight. "Bravo!" "That was amazing!" Thunderous applause swept through the hall. Sitting among the crowd, Kyson suddenly felt like crying. "Hey, Kyson, where are you going? The show's not over yet! Kyson!" Andrew's low calls were quickly left behind. Kyson stood up abruptly, his face darkened with a cold intensity, as he walked out of the hall without looking back.

"I believe what I see with my own eyes." A bitter laugh slipped past my lips. I wiped away my tears. "Then there’s nothing left to say." I grabbed my bag and walked out the front door.

When it's said, when it's done, yeah I would never let you know I'm ashamed of what I've done, yeah When I look at you In your eyes I see there's something burning inside you Oh, inside you In your eyes I know it hurts to smile but you try to Oh, you try to Her eyes. Those beautiful tiny blue balls present in between white shallow ponds. Her mesmerizing eyes, Something that relaxes my mind, body, and my soul. Those blue eyes are ocean-strong, swimming with warm sun-lit currents. I hadn't realized that blue could be such hot fire until I saw those eyes. The emotion in her eyes was fathoms deep, yet they carried the warmth and life of the sunlit surface. They had a thousand hues of blue and a

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

She whispers, walking back, and I squeeze her hand, shaking my head. “I’m glad I met you too, Shayla Hart.” She pulls her hand back and whispers goodbye and walks away from me for the last time. I watch as she disappears out the front entrance and I sigh, closing my eyes, my heart slowly sinking to the pit of my stomach. “Goodbye”