Like Eyes After A Good Cry Novels & Stories

Just immediately, my drink was brought to me. "Why are you here?"I asked pouring myself a drink. She chuckled lightly before releasing gas from her mouth. "As you can see, I'm easing off stress"She responded licking the tip of the cup with her tongue. "Your eyes is puffy why?..."I asked not knowing why I was getting interested in her affair.... "Why do peoples eyes get puffy?"She asked with a smirk drinking from her glass. "When they cry?...."I replied and she gagged as a result of the drink.

Her eyes were red and puffy, and she looked upset, but I didn’t know why because I was a fighter, and this wouldn’t be how I died. “How do you feel?” “Drowsy. What’s wrong.” She wiped away the stray tear that trickled down her cheek using her free hand. Her eyes had always been beautiful, but the greens became so much brighter when she cried. “I was just worried about you, that’s all.”

C at its last capacity, threw away his blazer, waist coat and opened almost 4 buttons of his plain black shirt. Instead of all other vehicles on the road all he could see was fire nd all chaos outside his cars turned into the painful nd unbearable wails for him. No matter how vulnerable he becomes he never let tears fall from his eyes, crying is not his thing that makes his eyes even more stronger. They can hold most worst painful grief within them, but drawback of those Beautiful dark brown eyes was that they can't hide the indefinable redness they carry after controlling any emotion at the point of highest of it's intensity.

Like something beautiful left out in the rain too long. "Look at me." Still nothing. So I did what any best friend would do. I reached out, slipped my fingers beneath her chin, and gently tipped her face up. My touch was light, softer than my voice had been, but it might as well have been a thunderclap. Tears. Her cheeks were already soaked. A fresh stream trailed silently down the curve of her jaw. Her eyes—God, her eyes—looked like someone had stolen the fire out of them. Hollow, glassy, rimmed red like she'd been crying for hours, maybe even days.

I want to move close and breathe it in, but getting close to Scarlet is a bad fucking idea. Clearing my throat, I tear myself away before this semi turns into a full erection. “How are you able to keep your eyes open?” she laughs, blinks hers open for just a few seconds. “I have superpowers.” “Well, then use them and chop up the rest of the onion.” That smile looks so good on her, even with the red, watery eyes. She goes to the sink, washes her hands, and rubs her eyes. “Okay…that’s a little better. But, oh my God, I had no idea it got that bad!”

’ He shouted angrily at me. Taking a deep breath, I sighed helplessly before opening my eyes. To say I look horrible would be an understatement. I look far worse than horrible. My eyes were swollen and red from constant crying and I had huge eye bags under them from lack of sleep, the dark circles were large too.

I grab my purse and put my sunglasses on, although I was wearing the headscarf I still need to wipe out every possibility of being seen in his place right after today's stunt. I walked inside the building and made my way to his elevator. I removed my scarf the moment I enter the door and brushed my hair. I looked at the mirror and my eyes were looking much worse than before. The patch surrounding my eyes looked reddish but not so much, the eyes were swollen and I was having trouble blinking. God what did I do to myself, is this how people are supposed to look when they cry. Yikes, crying makes you ugly. I close my eyes and massage them in light circular motions then anticlockwise, reliving t

She is so lost in her grief that she's not even registering everything that is happening to her. "Im sorry." My head snaps up to look at hers when I hear her talk. She is looking directly at me and the sight alone takes my breath away. Her bright green eyes are laced with tears, her cheeks are swollen and red from how much she's cried, her lips the same and yet, she's so goddam beautiful that it's painful.

"They see perfectly well." He turns to me, his gaze intense, piercing. "They don't see that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. A silvery gray, like a winter sky. They're full of things, you know. Sadness, yes, but also strength. A strength just waiting to blossom."

It hurt a lot! My eyes became teary as I choked back my sobs and said, "Let go of me." There was a flash of pain in Nicholas' eyes as he grabbed my sunglasses and threw them down on the ground. The glasses shattered into pieces, resembling my feelings for Nicholas. Multiple emotions flashed across his eyes as he looked at me—darkness, coldness, and something I could not quite decipher. The sudden brightness caused my eyes to feel a sharp pain. So, my eyes watered as I quickly lowered my head.