Like Eyes After A Good Cry Novels & Stories

I helped steady her as she rose, noticing the fresh tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. Lastly, I moved to my friend, Maeve who had the saddest eyes of all, a dark brown that pools that seemed to hold the weight of the world now. As he opened them slowly and saw our grim surroundings, dread filled his gaze. "I know bro, I know..." I said quietly. "But, it's time to wake up."

I find tears in my eyes and my jaws are hurting due to laughing non-stop. He lies next to me and I give him a side glance. He lies on his side to look at me. He is smiling while I am in tears after laughing so hard. "You're cruel," I whisper, leaving my stomach and lying next to him on my side so that I can look at his face. The sun rays coming from the window behind me are landing on his handsome face. His dark eyes shine under the sunlight and they glow bright like a pool of honey. I cannot help but admire them from the bottom of my heart. His eyes are way too beautiful.

When I finally forced my eyes open, they burned and felt heavy, and the pillow under my head was still damp from my tears. Dragging myself to the bathroom felt like moving a mountain. As I stood in front of the mirror, I barely recognized my reflection staring back at me. The dark circles under my eyes had deepened, almost like bruises, telling the story of my grief without words. My skin looked pale, my cheeks sunken in a way that made me look older than I was. And something told me it was only going to get worse from here.

Everything. My face glows a soft, warm color of life. My eyes are no longer bloodshot. But they are different. I stutter out a soft sigh as I slowly blink. Slowly, and even more slowly, I blink my left eye. It is a shade of complete, absolute silver. Even the iris, which had once glittered a gentle amber, has lost all its color. It now looks like the ashen background of a graveyard. Almost like a lie, my other eye stares back at me, with the tenderness of fresh, sweet honey.

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."

I was foolish to believe he moved on; there’s no moving on from this. Turning around, I walked away. I really shouldn't have followed; I should have just given him the privacy he needed. Hours later, Felix walked out. His eyes were red, puffy, and swollen, with a lingering sheen of tears. The skin around his eyes was tender and inflamed, with fine wrinkles etched into his face from the prolonged strain of crying.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

His eyes are on the beautiful sight infront of him , but he is not looking at it or admiring it . His face is emotionless , pale , shrink in weakness , eyes has dark circles , while his lips are dry and dead skin is covering them .. giving them more rough and dry look . His blue eyes are shining due to lights reflection but they are looking dead .. his eyes are filled in longing for something or someone. His mind is occupied in his ex-wife's thoughts ... flashback of his past flashing in his dead eyes . A tear slipped out from his left eye but he didn't broke down in sobs .

Cause me to cry even more? "You have most definitely been crying." He sounds certain now. "Those eyes of yours are red and swollen. And look at how smudged the makeup on your face looks like. You resemble a crying Raccoon." I shoot him a glare and he looks on, unflinching.

So the fact that she's even more beautiful than she already was before, makes me even angrier. I'm about two heads taller than her now, she has fair skin that looks like snow, long curly and golden hair, a perfect body in the shape of an hourglass to put it simply with that tiny waist of hers. Not to say about the cherry on the cake… her dangerous ruby-red eyes. I had forgotten about them, but now, seeing from where I am, they make her absurdly gorgeous. And it's annoying. And now, this gorgeous creature I hate more than anything, is crying… It makes me sick.