Novel & Cerita Mata Gatal Di Sudut Mata

I shook my head at the insistent sensation that quite abruptly wouldn’t leave me, and I scratched my temple heartily. Didn’t help. When I kept scratching it, Allera shifted closer to me and hissed from the side of her mouth, “What the devil are you doing? Stop that. You’re going to make our entire clan look like deranged lunatics by the way you keep fondling your eye.” “I can’t help it.” My fingernails raked relentlessly over the spot on the side of my left eye, unable to make the skin stop prickling. “My mark’s itching like a bastard.”

six months ago............ DAHAN-dahan kong imunulat ang aking mga mata. Kapagkuwa'y pinakatitigan ko ang puting kisame. Hanggang sa mapadako ang paningin ko sa dingding na kulay puti rin ang kulay. Nangunot pa ang aking noo matapos kong igalaw ang aking kamay at mapagtanto kong maraming tubo ang nakakabit saakin.

Brie Hot, bright, unforgiving sunlight burns through my eyelids. My body feels… shattered–and itchy. Incredibly itchy and dry and… I open my eyes just enough to feel the grit of sand before I close them again, my stomach rolling and twisting. I cough once–a painful experience that has me moving quickly from lying flat on my belly to my knees where I choke and gag, spilling an exceedingly large amount of water from my lungs. My throat burns like fire. My teeth ache. My lips burn from several splits now packed with… sand.

I dropped the knife in my hands and dabbed at my eyes with the edge of the apron, squinting and blinking rapidly to reduce the burning sensation in my eyes. "Are you okay?" Adrian asked, concern lacing his tone. "No. I am not okay." I whined as the burning sensation in my eyes did not seem to be receding. "What's wrong?" he asked again. "My eyes are burning. They sting!" I whined, blinking my eyes rapidly again. "That's normal while cutting onions." he said. "I saw that in a documentary once. What do I do about my eyes? They're hurting seriously." "Just calm down. It will stop stinging you after a while. Don't rub on your eyes too much, or they'll bruise." Adrian said, wrapping his fingers a

Its weird I know but then again nothing else about me is normal. I pull my case with only one eye open since when I rubbed the other one, I think I ripped open my cornea. I also pull down my eye drops from the medicine cabinet then carefully pull my eye open. It burns like hell but also has the feeling of small glass particles being pulled through it.

Still, I won’t want to look like a drenched dog to their faces. “Snap out of it, Elena!” I blinked my eyes rapidly as the blurriness came once again, leaving me helpless than to grab the wall for support. My throat was already starting to get itchy so bad that I scraped my neck with much enthusiasm, hoping I’d be relieved, but instead, it only worsened. Or perhaps, is this what the pack elders call ‘Heat’? Is it always this intense?

Mara locked eyes with him for a quick second before lowering her gaze as if in shame. Matthias flinched as he released her arm, staring in shock at her eyes. While her left eye seemed to maintain its normal brownish hue, the other was now giving off an unnatural shade of yellow, almost as though it was glowing faintly. It looked to Matthias like an unsightly infection, but it was nothing he had never seen before. "It's back again," he uttered in concern. "It's been twelve years now, I should have seen it coming. How long has it been like this?"

"You need to wake up~." "MOM!" I hold her arms and push them with as much force as possible to get her grip away from me, which is quite a lot. She keeps looking at the window behind me and the door a few feet from my bed. "If they see you-" she slapped my hand away from my eyes. "Don't rub it! Your eyes will get infected!" "Mom, I'm just getting the eye gunk off-"

Megra I stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back. My right eye is swollen shut, a hideous purple-black hue spreading around it. The pain is relentless, throbbing with every heartbeat. I dab makeup over the bruised skin, but the dark discoloration is impossible to fully cover. Each touch is a reminder of Conor's latest outburst—a fresh wave of anger and hatred rising within me.

After saying that, she added, “I also saw wrinkles at the corners of your eyes when you were asleep yesterday.” Julian was really exasperated. He had wrinkles at the corners of his eyes because he had stayed up later to work overtime for several days, which caused him to neglect his skin care. Besides, who would not have wrinkles at the corners of their eyes? Many young people in their twenties had wrinkles at the corners of their eyes as well, and his condition was relatively well compared to them. What was even worse was that the little girl did not notice that he was angry at all and just said, “See you tonight. Bye.”