What Do You Wish For With Those Murky Eyes の小説・ストーリー

Because of his actions, the bathroom now was ravaged with water. “What can I do now? What is reflected in my eyes is no other than a fading wish. It makes me laugh. Would I be fine following the course of actions and forget what I wanted?” My eyes stared at the ceiling, imagining the sky beyond. My sister told me people who had someone to rely on rarely gazed at the sky. Even if they looked, they wouldn’t see the sparks in it, like someone’s shoulder was sheltering them.

And those memories now belonged to ghosts. Had that ever been real? Had I ever truly known him? I exhaled. The answer didn’t matter anymore. Inhaling deeply, I steadied myself and stepped forward, resolute. "You want your wish?" I asked, voice like ice. “You want to make your niece and sister’s life better?” I lifted the stone, the power pulsing through my fingertips. “Then take it.” I stepped forward, pressing the stone into his trembling hands. “Wish for what remains of the Chernoye Nebo Pack to perish within the next hour.”

I want him to be my endgame but I don't think that's possible. "One more minute. Let's make a wish together." He said sounding so excited. I smiled at him. He's like a kid, he's so excited for Christmas. That's what we did. When 12 o'clock strikes we both close our eyes and make a wish. Do you know what my wish is? "I wish, you love me too. I wish we will both fight for each others hearts and win in the end and you'll be my endgame." This is the wish I feel deeply. I feel like I'm going to cry while asking for it. This is the wish, that I really want to be fulfilled. Even if my other requests will be ignored. Please make this one come true.

"Of course, I don't want to stay down here, Mum, but how the heck am I supposed to climb up when every time I try, someone from up top dumps something on me and buries me under a ton of shi—wait, is that a..?" Suddenly, something flashes in the sky, and I gasp. I scramble out of the car and nearly fall face-down in my haste. Could it be a falling star? Cursing myself for not remembering to grab my glasses, as I have the worst kind of myopia, I squint up at the sky, trying to catch another glimpse of the star or hoping to see another one. It might be childish, but with my life spiralling downhill, I'm not going to shy away from making a desperate and heartfelt wish upon a star for a miracle,

"No. No. No wishing for you, pretend vampire. Laeddin will come, but it must be of his own choice and not because you wished him here." I glared. There was still another way. I could wish with my mind. Maybe? Couldn't I?" It wouldn't hurt to try. I closed my eyes. I wish, I thought. But my mind inexplicably softened, like butter melting in the hot sun. I couldn't remember what I'd been about to wish for. I opened my eyes. Sharra stood in front of me her dark eyes gleaming with evil mischief. Her lips red as blood. Her skin white as snow.

Expression unreadable except for the unbearable softness in his eyes now. The candles were lit eventually. Everyone sang loudly and terribly. I laughed so hard during it that I almost forgot to make a wish. Almost. But when the candles flickered softly beneath the lantern-lit apartment— I closed my eyes carefully. And wished for something simple. Not answers. Not perfect memories. Just this. This family. This warmth. This impossible beautiful life where forgotten children got birthdays and lonely people learned how to stay. Then I blew out the candles. And somewhere above the city—

I frowned, looking back at them. He sighed, making me look back at him again, but his eyes remained on what he called ‘Wishers’ but from the softness of those emerald sparks in his eyes, I knew his mind was somewhere else. The soft hues from the sunlight and the Wishers appeared softer in the reflection of his unique eyes, but never allowing the vibrant colour to fade away. It seemed no matter what sort of light shone down on them they will always stay the bright seafoam colour, sharply. “They’re like those.. red seed dandelions for you humans.” He frowned, lost in thought of how to explain it to me, “They grant wishes -hence the name- but only if it chooses to change colour underneath your

she begged. I gnashed my teeth and closed my eyes hesitatingly, before making a silent wish, and opened my eyes again. My wish was simple – for my father's guidance and support in navigating the current crisis facing my company. I wished for him to help me secure a crucial merger that would stabilize this business. Nobody knew, but I noticed business was going down. Ava's curious gaze met mine. "So, what's your wish? What did you wish for?” I looked at Ava, a small frown spreading across my face. "I'm not telling. If I say it out loud, the magic might fade."

I close my eyes and I can feel it coming forth in a small wave, trying to make its way to the surface. “Tell me your desires once more,” I say, not feeling like myself. “Your eyes really glow red,” Angus whispers in awe. “Tell me what you want with me.” A black mist rolls around in his eyes, waxing and waning as if a crescent moon. I reach further, trying to understand it, grasp what I am seeing. I know this is not something I am witnessing with my physical eyes, but as something, I can sense. “I want to rebuild my pack, for protection,” he says again sternly.

I wished he could see me in another light, not just as a fleeting presence, but as a person worthy of love, understanding, and connection. In those moments, I yearned for him to truly see me, to understand the depths of my emotions, and to feel the weight of my longing. I wished for a chance to rewrite the narrative, to create a new story where our hearts beat in sync, and our love shone bright. But for now, the wish remained just that – a wish, a fragile thread of hope suspended in the uncertainty of what could have been.