Like Eyes After A Good Cry Novels & Stories

She had always been perceptive, but this was beyond anything I had imagined. As I approached Eva, I noticed tears streaming down her face. Her usually radiant eyes were clouded with sadness, reflecting a deep hurt that shook me to my core. Her once vibrant expression was now marked by a profound sorrow, etched into every line on her face. It was a heart-wrenching sight that shattered the momentary bliss I had just experienced with Julie. I reached out to her, a mixture of emotions flooding my being. "Eva, what's happened? Why are you crying?" My voice quivered with concern, my heart aching to alleviate her pain. Seeing her like this, in such anguish, tore at my soul.

There is a trace of her energy somewhere in this structure; it gives off the impression that they are continually conversing with one another and that they are always content when they are together. Her eyes had the colour of the fresh greenery that had just sprung in the spring; they were brilliant and delicate at the same time. There were glimpses of vitality, the type of green that can only be seen when summer progresses further. And those eyes have never been more lovely than they are when she is crying when her tenderness is flowing over her cheeks, which are ornamented with smile lines. Nevertheless, the eyes and the spirit are eternal...

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

On intuition, Ruby stood up and turned around locking eyes with the same grey orbs she had seen in her dreams. The same alluring grey orbs, only this time he wasn't wearing a hoodie, his face was clear. For a moment, she could read everything in those eyes, recognition, sadness, surprise! And tears? His eyes were watery, like happy tears could at any moment fall from his eyes. "Mi-Mikaella",he called the tears he had so long tried to hide falling.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

Florence says, barely audible. I turn around to face her, and I burst into tears with one look at her. The beautiful deep grey eyes of hers that Ethan inherited are red with tears. Her skin has become pale, and there are bags under her eyes. Her face is red in pain from a headache I am sure she is getting from all the crying she has been doing.

' He said and patted my back softly. I was still crying when Ray took a step back. I looked at him with my teary eyes with a question on my face. He cupped my face with both of his hands and wiped out the tears with his thumbs and said, 'Seeing you cry doesn't make me feel good.' I looked at him and he looked at me. His dark brown eyes met my black eyes and I realized that his eyes were a bit wet too. He cried too. though it can't be realized by his voice or his expressions but has anyone ever succeeded in hiding their eyes? I saw him and my hand automatically went towards his corner of the left eye and I wiped out a tear which was about to fall.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.