Heart Of The Blue-eyes の小説・ストーリー

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

And then he does. I feel fingertips skimming my hip, feel his presence looming behind me. Before I even turn around, I know it’s him- it’s like he’s radiating dominant energy. I allow my body to melt back into his, meeting every hard line of his chest and torso as I finally peek up at him over my shoulder. Blue. That’s what color his eyes are. They’re a light greyish-blue, his irises darker around the outer edges. Beautiful, like him.

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.

They were a striking shade of beautiful blue, like deep sapphire pools, reflecting the tranquillity of the morning sky. Embarrassment flushed through me, my cheeks warming with a blush as I stood there, caught in the midst of my clumsy mishap. Yet, his expression softened, and a warmth radiated from his beautiful blue eyes. They held a tenderness that made my heart flutter, a connection that spoke of shared moments and unspoken emotions. Even in this vulnerable state, his eyes conveyed a reassurance, as if to say, "It's alright, Nesta."

Blue is my heart, The sea that is held captive, This is destiny's visage, That takes its colour from you. When I stare at the depth of the tiled pond, I feel like I'm staring into you, Even though you are absent. I see your eyes in the color of the universe, I genuflect to you. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world.

As he enters the room last, my gaze locks onto his blue eyes. The walls are shifting behind him, each step in my direction, stirring tension between us. A kind of tension that only we can feel. The blue eyes are like a deep ocean, sinking me deeper with no way out. I am drowning in them, and I don't wanna be rescued. Slowly, everything else fades from the background, and only he remains. My heart is racing against my control, thrumming my chest, pounding faster, heartbeats catching a high pace, and the rhythms growing louder.

I’m holding her like she’s mine, and it feels right, yet so wrong. She smiles sheepishly. “Thanks.” I inhale sharply as my gaze is drawn to her ocean-blue eyes. I always forget that Lia has the bluest eyes ever, so vibrant, so mesmerizing, it almost looks unreal. Panic grips me as the tumultuous pounding of my heart floods my ears. I hastily lift her, pushing her gently to her feet.

"Either than what you just told me... Hmm nothing. " She sat back down and gave me an impassive look. "Okay Blue. " Blue ... That's the color of my eyes . Why does she call me that. I feel like I should respond but I can't connect my response to what I know I should say. "Cleo ... My heart knows you but I can't connect the dots with my brain. "

The whole damn three minutes pass so slowly when my eyes stare deep into her blue eyes. If I could write poems, I would have written one for her beautiful eyes. Like really, they are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. In this life of twenty seven years, honestly, for the first time I am staring into the most beautiful set of blue stones. They are so deep. Deep like a real sea. Their vibration is powerful like tides in the middle of the oceans. As if screaming something to me. They look so alive. So alive that I feel like my heart is beating once again.

WHILE BLUE WAS singing in front of Katleya, the girl couldn’t stop herself from locking eyes with his intense gaze. She clutched her chest, startled by a strange feeling in her heart. It was pounding rapidly—as if, like an instrument, it had lost its rhythm. She took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and forced herself to calm down. When Blue—whom everyone thought was Red—finished performing, his charm and talent left the crowd swooning. The audience was truly impressed.