My Left Eye Hurts When I Blink Novels & Stories

But what's different, he's smiling more often now, I think. More than three hours and a half struggling with computers and important documents. My head almost felt like it was brusting. I blinked my eyes over and over, trying to make my sight clearer, because it have been feeling a bit unclear. Maybe next time I should wear anti radiation glasses to reduce the radiation that gets into my eyes. My net is hot, I lifted my head. My hands fan the eye area. For a moment it seemed like a clear grain fell past my cheek.Stinging and hot. I hope they don't see that I'm crying.

SARAH Dull pain crept through my state of unawareness. I winced, or at least I thought I did. As my senses slowly returned, I realized there was something blocking my throat. A sliver of panic surfaced but quickly died in a mass of blurry sensations and more and more acute pain. Opening my eyes hurt. A sharp, bright light stung. My eyelids were dry, and when I tried to blink, it felt as if I were rubbing my eyeballs with sandpaper. I closed them again.

Chapter 26(black eye) Hazel's Point Of View: They all trooped out of the room. Pain reverberated through me and I swear I felt my heart beating in my left eye that was barely opened. I barely heard, everything was faint and blurry, the only thing I could hear clearly was my pounding heartbeat. “Don't lay a finger on them. Let them leave and let's watch what they can dare do next time. Let them dare if they dare.” Alex shouted as he pressed his head back. I assumed he was speaking to his men who were probably in the living room.

I found myself on the floor. A sharp pain is banging on my left cheek .. not to forgot birds flying around my spinning head , he.. *tears* he ... *tears*. ...he slapped me My head is spinning and hurting because of the slap ...I am seeing dark spots infront of my eyes. I am feeling problem to breath through my nose so, I opened my mouth to breath properly and I taste the copper like taste ... I think my lips are also bleeding from the left side. I am panting and crying due to pain and on my helplessness.

I asked as I touched every part of my face. He grabbed a mirror and handed it to me. My eyes widened when my left eye turned completely black. "W-what.." I stuttered to say anything. My right eye is completely normal with my hazel eyes, but my left eye… the whole thing is black and no sign of any color. A moment later, it turned back to normal. I blinked a couple of times and touched my eyes. "What was that?!" I freaked out and looked at him but it seems like he doesn't have an answer to my question either.

My cheek stings and tears fill my eyes. “DON’T TELL ME NO!” He screams. I can feel the heat of his breath on me and I drop my eyes to the floor. My tears betray me and fall with each blink of my eyes. My cheek throbs and I know it’s going to bruise. I force myself to disconnect and focus on the color of the flooring.

However, he always made sure to glance back at Renee, who was seated behind him on the couch, during their discussion. Renee let out an adorable yawn, then rubbed the tears from her eyes. To her surprise, an eyelash got caught, and she quickly blinked and continued rubbing her eye. After a while, Renee started feeling pain in her eye. "Julian," Renee called out.

We're not divorced, so it won't be difficult if I want that to happen. Yet a single tear comes out in my left eye. Because I suddenly felt a small but painful pain in my heart.

Flashback ends. The woman shook her head, she then stepped on her feet trying to get away from her ex-boyfriend. "I got a bug in my eye while on the street earlier." "Did you manage to get it out?" asked Chris immediately, his two feet following Lilyana's. Lilyana nodded. "Yes, just still a little sore, that's why my eyes are still a little red." "You should use eye drops, Lily." "Unfortunately the medicine is at home, maybe it will be cured soon. Don't worry too much."

"I'm here." A few moments passed before he finally spoke. "The time he gave me a black eye," he said, his voice rough, as though the memory itself tasted bitter on his tongue. His jaw clenched slightly, tension coiling through him. "Sometimes, it still bleeds into the present. Like it's happening all over again." "Which eye?" I asked. "Left." I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss over his left eye, my lips barely brushing against his skin.