The Apple Of My Eye の小説・ストーリー

Anyway, I don't know why am thinking of that when today was supposed to be a day to celebrate for me. As I look in the mirror, I see an image of the most beautiful woman in the world.Dont get me wrong, am not boasting but am very confident in my looks Alhamdulillah. With my Niqab in place, my onyx eyes sparked and looked livelier than ever from the outside. If I am allowed to praise my eyes, I would say...Ayouni ghazal (the gazelle’s eyes). Tihihi.But my eyes are hollow and my heart was bleeding.

I replied, a playful glint in my eyes. The familiarity between us washed away any lingering doubts, and I felt a sense of ease settle upon me. This was the man I fell for and there was nothing that changed about him, he still had that softness in his eyes and the way he glanced at me still made my heart race. He motioned for me to sit, and I obliged, taking a seat beside him. In his hands, he held an apple, extending it toward me. I couldn't resist teasing him. "Should I be collecting apples from strangers?" I taunted with a playful tone in my voice.

, she said, she looked up at him with sad eyes, “…but you could not” He took her hand and lifted it towards his mouth and took a bite of the apple, he savoured the taste in his mouth, all the while his eyes not leaving hers. He took another bite and let the juice of the apple trickle down his lips, his tongue slipped out and caught the juice before it trickled down further. Her eyes hooded watching him eat the apple, he was deliberately teasing her.

Fuck, what the hell is even going on with me? I gulp, our eyes still locked into each other as another silence hovers between us. It is strange that I do not want to even say anything now, to just maintain this silence as I continue staring into her deep honey brown eyes with those little white specks that have always captivated me more than I have ever wanted to admit. Since that first day they shone with some much anger at me as she shoved those apples to my chest, I have always been fascinated by them. And now, I am really trying so hard to speak. To say something tangible.

I stopped chewing and stared at her. The way her emerald-green eyes dulled made my heart clench painfully. Words weren't going to ease her pain, and neither was my cocky attitude. With the half-eaten apple in one hand, I reached across the table with the other. My fingers rested on hers before curling in with the slightest bit of a squeeze. She fought against the tears that filled her aching eyes, but one escaped against her valiant effort. Mindlessly, I set the fruit on the table and wiped the lone tear from her cheek with my thumb.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I growled. Apple tilted her head like a confused person and the sight was cute. Then she smiled. Her smile was so dazzling that the anger I was feeling was replaced with a light, fuzzy feeling. I placed my hand on my chest and sighed. I remembered in the book that Apple's smile and eyes had a sweet touch as the fairies called it. She could make anyone less angry or moody with those weapons.

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

I longed for the chance to witness the miracle of new life, to be a father to this precious being. "I love you, Abebi. You will always be the apple of my eye," I concluded, my heart pouring into every letter, every word. The depth of my affection for her was immeasurable, and at that moment, I wanted her to know the profound impact she had made on my life. Our time together, though fraught with danger and uncertainty, had been filled with a love that transcended boundaries.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.