Tetes Mata Untuk Mata Lelah Novels & Stories

The glow from the laptop screen washed over Matthew’s face, pale and unforgiving, tracing the exhaustion that had settled into his features. His eyes burned, the edges reddened, lids heavy but unwilling to close. The cursor blinked steadily on the screen, indifferent to the hours he had spent staring at variations of the same thing. Search results. Dead ends. Fragments that led nowhere. He leaned back slightly, one hand dragging down his face, fingers pressing into his eyes as though he could force clarity out of fatigue.

Muling may tumulong luha mula sa mga mata ko habang nakapikit. Hindi ko ito mapunasan dahil baka malaman nilang gising ako. Hinayaan ko na lang ito hanggang sa hindi ko namalayang nakatulog na pala ako. ***

I added immediately. "You don't need to get yourself worked up. I only added sedatives to the food because I knew you won't sleep and you might get dark circles. I don't want your beautiful face to be disfigured by the dark circles." Mat replied calmly. Half of what he said was true and the other half were lies.

I dislike it more each hour. “We need shielding methods,” I say. “Agreed,” Ezra replies. “Not just emotional.” “Cognitive.” Matteo raises a hand. “I vote helmets.” “No.” “Blankets for the brain.” “No.” “Thinking about nothing.” “Impossible,” I say. He frowns. “For you maybe.” “It is impossible for everyone.” He proves me wrong for two full seconds. Then the point jerks violently upward. “What now,” he asks. “What were you thinking.”