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Eyes “Some people are born different. But sometimes, being different is not a gift… it’s a warning.” 🌙 The night was unusually quiet. Dark clouds covered the sky, and a cold wind swept through the empty streets. Inside a small hospital, anxious faces waited outside the delivery room. A baby was about to be born. 👶 An old woman sat silently in a corner. Her eyes remained fixed on the delivery room door. Suddenly, she whispered— “He has finally arrived…”

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

he said. The wonder in his voice was quiet and entirely real. “You're all here,” I said. He closed his hand, opened it, and closed it again. Then he looked up at me with the silver eyes that were his eyes—that had always been his eyes, since the moment they changed, because they were the eyes of someone I loved, and they looked at me the way he had always looked at me—and he said, “Can we go home now?” “Yes,” I said. “Let's go home.”

Tammy thought back to it and said, "His parents seemed to be in a good mood so I think that baby is fine." "Avery, your eyes—" Mike wanted to say, "Your eyes are better now and you can just video call Wesley to see their baby," but as soon as those words were out, he realized he had let it slip and started coughing. "What's wrong with Avery's eyes?" Jun caught on immediately. Mike cleared his throat and said, "She had an eye infection and the doctor told her to stay off her phone, so it's been a while since she looked at her phone."

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

I murmur fixing a smile on my face as I stare down at him with a questioning arch of my brows. The stranger smiled instead his expression One that leaves me gobsmacked. There’s a relief and happiness in his eyes like he had spent centuries searching for me. I didn’t like that smile not one bit. Then he spoke four words, Four absolutely horrifying words that sends me in a turbulent spiral. “Welcome home, little wife.”He says in a raspy tone as my eyes widen in shock. For a moment I just stare down at him then my eyes fall to the giant black wings folded behind his back.

A sharp slap to my cheek has me shaking my head, trying like hell to listen to her. “You have to wake up. Okay? I know it hurts.” Her voice is quivering, and she cries again, “They are going to come back. I won’t leave you. But I need you to help me. Please help me.” She needs me, my angel needs me. I can feel warmth encasing my face and I try again, one more time to open my eyes. And when I do, I’m rewarded with the most beautiful set of frightened eyes. Hazel eyes swirling between golden brown and light hues of blue, calling to me, telling me I have finally made it home.

“I am so glad you are both safe and home.” Elnora’s compassion confuses Izzy. “We are a different breed here.” I giggle as Izzy looks to me for help. “Is this ok?” She asks, and I nod. As soon as I do, she wraps her arms around Elnora in a hug. “Welcome home,” I call over to them, and Izzy smiles. Her smile is filled with much more than happiness.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

Those daze confused green eyes blinked slowly but suddenly became widen followed by a long hissing sound. ( Welcome back host!)