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My eyes widen when I see images of me being roughly shove into the wall and my head being slammed onto the ground. Blinking, different images start to flow. I see myself being choke as I look into a pair of hazel eyes. They look back at me with revenge—covering his own love for me. My gaze drops as I see someone else looking at both of us in shock. Within seconds, he is holding me as he shakes my body, keeping me awake.

Maybe he had a presentation today or something. She was gawking at his eyes; her eyes flew to his thick brows before meeting his eyes again. He had such an amazing set of thick lashes that could put the girls to shame, including her. She envied him. Innessa didn't realize that she was openly drinking in his features with her lips slightly parted, almost breathless. She wasn't even blinking when Issac shoved his hands in his pockets and bent forward so they were face to face. She was captivated by how his pupils shrank when he inched closer, so pretty.

“ Thank you.” “ Don’t worry about it,” Arai told him. It was only then Kronos noticed her eyes were different. The white of her eyes had turned silver. The Sclera had turned a dark blue, and the Iris was a lavender color. Dark blue concentric circles covered the eyeball. “ Your Tribal Trait, I take it,” Kronos said. Arai nodded and looked back at Acacius and Thora, who had stopped due to the commotion. “ It’s known as the Hikarijin; I decided it would be best to activate it when we started down this path, just in case. One of the abilities it grants me is it allows me to see when somebody is about to die.”

All these questions make my head and eyes ache, of course it's also because I haven't been able to sleep. I feel Hiroki's presence sitting next to me, I try to avoid eye contact, but his presence is so strong that I simply can't avoid looking him in the eyes. He returns my gaze, it's so deep, fixed and cold, but in his pupils I didn't notice so much his coldness, but at the same time he has that touch of warmth that makes you feel comfortable next to him. He brings his hands to my face and with his fingers dries my tears.

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.

Blinking his eyes a few times. "No It's nothing thank you for your concern I will take my leave now," Koishi said with a smile on his face turning around ready to walk away. "Wait!" the hooded figure feeling a sudden wave of shiver passes through him as he just kept on staring ahead of him. "Just tell whatever the inner-" "Inner feelings then about the eyeless freak, right?" for a moment there was only silence in between them. Koishi could see the red eyes going wide for a moment only to turn back with a blank stare the very next second.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Axel said in a rather aggressive tone. I was instantly annoyed but something in me told me to listen. Not sure what made me do it but I looked back. Just in time to see a pair of eyes, yellow eyes looking directly at me before disappearing. They were only there for a few seconds but I know they were there. The only thing that kept me going was Jessica’s hand, pulling me with her.

It felt like an eternity had passed when I looked up again. Tristan stood before me, disheveled, eyes hollow with dark circles beneath. His stubble shadowed his face, giving him an edge of desperation. Clutching the broken pieces of our drawing, he trembled. "It's alright. We can make another one. I'll fix it." With a shaky, childlike eagerness, he held out a small amulet in both hands as if it were a trophy he'd won. "Look, Emily," he said, his voice strained, almost pleading. "I got another amulet for you."

She could not lay still, she tightened her grip on his dick. He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed.