He Who Has Eyes To See Let Him See Novels & Stories

"I've lost my sight, Jason. Did you know that?" Jason's hand shook, and his brows drew close. He knew he couldn't keep her vision loss a secret for long. He willed himself to calm down and set the plate and utensils aside. Then, gripping her shoulders, he said with conviction, "Don't be scared, Natalie. You might have lost your sight, but I'm still here for you. "I'll be your eyes from now on. We'll go back to the way we were. I'll take care of you and never upset you."

It doesn’t matter who I am or where I’m from, we're all here to feel good. The music changes and my mind goes somewhere I don’t want it to. Him. The man with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Something about them scares me, not that it stops me from coming here. He has the kind of eyes that can see straight to my soul and to everything else I try to hide from the world.

he inhaled my scent and looked in my eyes. ___________________________________ Look at me the way, You look at before.. Maybe you will find love.. You look at before Maybe you find the dreams… You look at before.. Ohh baby..look in my eyes.. And let me see the beauty of your heart.. The way I looked before.. ___________________________________ “Look at me Ana” he whispered...and I looked at his eyes.They were burning with anger.. After the song finishes the lights are off and he takes me with him.

Only, continued standing at their place, staring into each other's eyes. Her eyes, clear, decided with a hint of hesitance that was hidden carefully behind the many covers of her soul. His eyes portrayed his soul, baring everything to her. She could see now tears welling up in his eyes and this she couldn't take. He wasn't the one to breakdown so easily. She didn't remember ever seeing him cry for anyone but her. It is rightfully said that eyes are the windows to soul, she thought, finally looking away.

To be is all I gotta be And all that I see And all that I need this time To me the life you gave me The day you said goodnight When I opened my eyes after the first chorus, my eyes met with Jayler’s eyes and all I saw was this young man filled with this innocence. I know for sure that he is not that innocent but just the way he looked, the eyes and that expression appeared like this is his first time in an acoustic bar. The calmness in your face That I see through the night The warm though your light is pressing unto us You didn't ask me why

Downstairs, 10,000 white roses formed a bed of flowers with 100 white candles scattered among them, surrounding a crystal box at the very center. Inside the box were my eyeballs. Next to the bed of flowers stood a choir as well as a priest, whom Samuel had specifically invited. He mentioned that Daeleen was the gentlest soul alive and that she would surely become an angel after death. Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes.

"Cali Olwen, sir." He kept looking at me and I thought for a second that he wasn't blinking. But I didn't want him to because the more I looked at his eyes, the more drawn to him I felt. "Cali." He pronounced my name and suddenly I only wanted to hear it from him. "You don't have to call me sir, you and I know each other even if your mind is denying it. I couldn't get your eyes out of my mind. I haven't slept because of you, everytime I closed my eyes I saw you." "Me too." I said before I could stop myself.

What disaster when all I did was just innocently look into his eyes? “Why?” I asked, pain twirling from the wrist he held onto my wounded shoulder. Just should it be mandatory that I see something inside his eyes?! “You're wolfless after all” the grumpy warrior said, his nose scrunching at the presence before him. “That makes you just like her. Then you definitely would see something just like she does” Who? Just what exactly am I supposed to see?!!! I wanted to scream out of frustration, but unfortunately or thankfully, it was– the intimidating voice of the one-eyed General sank the word down my throat with a familiar name that kept me at the edge.

What must I say to make you understand? I weep, but you laugh and caress my cold hand My eyes can't behold what your blithe spirit sees Yet you open them still, O restless young breeze He raised his eyes, fastening them on me. His gaze was different. Desire burned in his eyes. I don't know why, but I felt he wanted to look at me, as though he needed to see my eyes. The intensity of his gaze was so unexpected, I was frightened; yet hardly had I seen fire in his eyes when it vanished. His regard was once again peaceful and soothing, and he lowered his eyes to the keys as he sang the last stanza,

"Trust me. Just open your eyes. Look at me." I tried, I really did. I fought through the pain and the fog in my mind and the scales over my eyes. I pushed hard past the darkness until I could finally, mercifully, see him. He was there, a solid, unwavering presence in the sea of subdued panic and fear. There were tears in his eyes too.