Novel & Cerita Through His Eyes

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

I'm happy he was enjoying it as much as I was. He reached out and took my hand, our fingers interlacing in a tender embrace as the first key of Ed's'Thinking out Loud' was strung. It was as if a current of electricity passed through our touch, connecting us in a way words could never express. From that moment on, we were no longer just individuals in a sea of people; we were unified, sharing this profound connection through the power of music.

I said He started walking towards me. In the light of the moon, he was visible. I remembered the dream that I had the day of interview. Was it him on my dreams that day? But this time I knew Ruhi was not there to intrupt. He slowly made his way towards me. I had all fireflies in my tummy. Someone said we get butterflies in our tummy but I was getting fireflies. I don't know why but looking into his intense grey eyes can make me fall for him so easily. He leaned down to match his height with mine and he is kissing me for real. This time I couldn't see any secret that he was hiding behind his grey eyes. All I could see was the love that he had for me beyond his grey eyes.

There is a flash of something behind his eyes, and I struggle to keep my expression the same. For a moment, it looked like someone else was looking through his eyes.

“ What do you see in my eyes? ” I looked into his eyes, and what I saw there took my breath away. There was a depth of feeling etched in his gaze that was beyond anything I had ever seen before. I could see love, intense and fierce, radiating from his eyes, directed at me with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. I felt like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him at that moment, and it filled my heart with a fierce tenderness.

Everything is always blurry, everything but his eyes from where I stand every time. His eyes are entrancing, the sparkle of gold, like lighting throughout the emerald green capturing anyone who locks onto them, the shimmer and sparkle they project, with the hint of black around the edges giving you the sense of mystery they hold. Never knowing if it's pain and sadness or joy and happiness within them. This is the only thing I get to see when I'm looking through my own eyes in my dream, then I am back to standing there in the distance.

And those eyes… Through the mask I wore, I met his gaze. He was already watching me. His eyes were intense, direct, and invasive. They captured me instantly, stripping me bare from the inside without even touching me. A look that pierced through me, making me gasp softly, almost inaudibly. Shivers spread across my arms and up the back of my neck. It felt like being touched, but from a distance. And even without physical contact, I felt it. God, how I felt it.

Though he was is absolutely gorgeous , it was his eyes and aura that had me pissing myself. His eyes were like a threat , “Look away from me , when you talk to me again…I dare you..” I heard his eyes warn me. After what felt like forever , I watch his eyes scan my body. I thought for a minute that he liked what he saw , but was too confused when I heard him scoff and push me aside when walking past me. I just stood there , confused and annoyed at him.

And because of that, he looks very approachable. And his eyes. She is thinking hard about where she has seen those eyes. It gives her a hint of familiarity. She just couldn't remember whose eyes were like that. They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and his eyes are indeed his windows. You could easily see his emotions through them. He is just wearing casual attire, but it looks out of place. He couldn't muster up the courage to ask her. It's hard, his already chaotic world might get even more messed up.

"Hey…" I heard his soothing voice as he gently took my hands, which were still covering my tear-streaked face. I remained hunched over, tears flowing silently. I waited for him to speak, my breath hitching with anticipation, as he continued to hold my hands. Slowly, I allowed myself to look at him through my blurry vision. His eyes, up close, held a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my heart. His eyes were unique, bearing no resemblance to Ares. They were deep and soulful, framed by thick eyebrows and long eyelashes that matched the intensity of his gaze.