Novel & Cerita Like Eyes After A Good Cry

I was trying to fix myself while looking at my face in the mirror. Following the number of water droplets from my face was how frequent I blinked my eyes while resisting myself not to cry ever again. My eyes were puffy, and I no longer had any makeup on my face—even a slight shade of lipstick. Now, I couldn’t help myself again but feel self-pity.

I sat on the floor after staring at my eyes for minutes. Gray was right, my eyes looks dead. I tried my best to put a sparkle on it but I failed. These green eyes used to reflect the healthy leaves and the aurora borealis, but now, all I can see are the dying leaves, ready to fall off the tree. I moaned when I felt a pain in my neck. I massa

As Jasmine removed her glasses, Mia noticed how swollen and bloodshot her eyes were from crying. She poured a glass of water for Jasmine. "What exactly happened?"

Please. “My Luna,” after a few minutes which felt like an hour, I opened my eyes and raised my head up to have a glimpse of his honey brown eyes which were smiling back at me as if reflecting the smile on my face. He raised his hand, wiping the tears off my cheeks making me chuckle at the fact of him being in such a condition and still caring about the tears on my face. “Why crying when you know I don’t like tears in your eyes?”

I have to touch my face. Then, years later, I had the chance to look into her eyes again. They weren’t light, but not too dark either—big, alert, always curious. And strangest of all, watery, because that wicked woman was sensitive about everything. Not that she cried easily, but her eyes revealed how she saw the world. They showed her fears and joys everywhere she went. What magnificent eyes! Like something out of an anime.

She swiped at the tears running down her cheeks. I didn't see it often because the girl never cried, yet even though her pain crushed me, I loved the way her eyes turned green with streaks of chocolate and whiskey any time she did. Like there was so much emotion trying to get out that her irises had to open up and change colors to release it. Even the whites being bloodshot didn't take away from the beauty of the transformation. I could stare at them for hours and never get tired of what I saw.

She struggled to keep her eyes open, her words were almost inaudible, thanks to the effect of the alcohol, but there was a hint of sadness in her voice, conveying truth in the words she just babbled. Adonis found himself peering intently into her eyes. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green, like the leaves of a summer forest, and they seemed to sparkle with intelligence and humor. They were large and expressive, framed by long, thick lashes that seemed to go on for miles, making them look even more alluring. She was so young and vulnerable. A profound sadness lingered in her eyes as she spoke, conveying a deep sense of hurt. It was abundantly clear that she was struggling with a great d

His smiles falter for a second and then he begins to chuckle. "You're a tough one aren't you?" She glares at him as he suddenly appears in front of her and gets a hold of her chin. "And rather beautiful I must say. Never seen one with eyes quite like yours." She noticed his eyes were red. He realizes that and his eyes fade away revealing green eyes. She began having a flashback. Her laying in a puddle of blood and she freezes up. She began to cry and felt helpless.

“We understand.” Lucas shifts his sitting position, stares at me and says, “Now the story behind those eyes of yours.” I shift in my seat and take a breath. “My Mother’s eyes used to do the same thing. When we experience extreme emotions, our eyes will change colour. The colour depends on the emotion. You just saw what causes green. For happiness, they don’t seem to change, but for anger, it’s dark grey with swirls of black and, for depression, ice blue. Found both of those out when I lost my parents.”