Her Eyes Her Eyes Make The Stars Novels & Stories

The nurse's scolding left Ethan frozen in place. His eyes were locked onto my stomach, his gaze turning red-rimmed. "How could this happen?" His voice was hoarse. "Everything was fine last night. It was just a minor earthquake. How could the baby be gone? Honey, you're lying to me, aren't you?" Even as he stared at my flattened abdomen, he clung to his delusion. I wished—desperately wished—that I was lying.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

This petite girl with mesmerizing eyes had blown him away with her wisdom. And if you ever feel you are drowning in darkness and can't find your light then take mine. I will burn for you, Asher. I'll burn, only for you to notice me- she thought in her head. Not wanting him to catch the longing in her eyes, she broke off their eye contact to gaze at the stars and leaned against the wall. "I want you to rise as high as these stars, Asher. I want you to touch the sky," she disclosed. He was awe-struck.

She said while holding the handkerchief in my hand. "Silly, you can keep that. I don't need it. I think you need it more than I do." I responded to her while holding the handkerchief tighter. I look into her eyes. It is a pair of beautiful big brown eyes that compliments with her chocolate hair. I do not know, but I am lost with those eyes. Her eyes were shining like the stars in the night that will make you wish that it will fall for you. We keep staring at each other's eyes in silence. I mean, it's not a bad thing. I get the chance to see her at this distance.

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

They sat in silence, staring at the galaxy of endless dots. “For some reason, they look more beautiful tonight. Is it because I feel no burden on my soul?” he asked, and she thought about it before humming. “It might be,” Aurora replied as she continued to stare ahead, trying to name the stars up there. Maverick turned to stare at Aurora. He immediately became entranced by the way her onyx eyes shone like diamonds from the reflection of the twinkling stars. Her sandy hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently in the breeze. Her pale pink lips were pulled into a pout, her gaze remained heavenward, and her face glowed with calmness and wonder.

"Yeah..." "And i feel like i have been here before" she added. Yes!!! It's working. "I don't think you have" "Me too, but it just feels so familiar" "Okay" The bight stars were so bright and beautiful, I watched my princess count the stars. Her eyes twinkled under the moonlight. She eyes darted back to me, her stare met mine, we got lost in each other's gaze. I moved closer, letting the urge I have been surpassing take over.

Warm gold light spread gently through the marketplace. The system screens flickered softly overhead. And across every screen in existence— a new constellation appeared. Bright silver stars forming the shape of a little girl reaching toward the sky. The marketplace gasped softly. Hope pulsed proudly. “I made her stars.” The alternate Silas stared upward in shock. The constellation shimmered beautifully across the daylight sky. Lyra. Remembered. Not as tragedy. Not as destruction. As a child. The alternate version covered his mouth sharply. Overwhelmed.