When His Eyes Opened Novels & Stories

She turned back and glanced at him one more time before leaving the room. All was silent in the room for a while and everywhere seemed calm. Then it happened. A heartbeat… followed by another….and then another. Blood began to slowly pulse again around his body and his body gradually began to retain it’s bright color. His veins began to appear and then suddenly, his eyes flew open. Except, his eyes were not normal. They were blue.

15 My eyes slowly opened and I was blinded by the oddly bright lights. Blinking a couple of times to get used to the light, I finally opened my eyes fully and remembered what exactly happened before I passed out. That remembrance was a very big mistake because immediately, the tears formed up in my eyes and we're pouring uncontrollably, I couldn't hold in the sobs as I cried out loud, not even bothering to get up or anything. The sound of the door aggressively opening didn't even bother me as I kept on crying. I felt fingers running through my hair and I didn't even give a fuck who it was, I couldn't even see anything, I couldn't bring myself to stop crying.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Chance fast asleep, realising that for the first time he had a wild fantasy of man, and had exploded on his back once again. "You are going to kill me if you should find out about this."

When he opened his eyes, he looked straight up with half eyes. Blurred eyes saw a part of the blue sky shining with the moonlight in the dark night, and then the branches of the trees bent over themselves, which were swaying in the wind. He closed his eyes and focused on his mind. Isn't he dead? Or is it heaven? He opens his eyes again. This time his brown-blue eyes were fully open, the swaying trees became still. Even as the wind started to stop, he turned his eyes and saw a delicate transparent face leaning on him, surrounded by black curls, there was longing in the innocent golden eyes.

He turned around, his eyes slowly fluttering open, his hand coming to cover his eyes. I watched him keenly, realizing I had never even seen him wake up. "Good morning," I whispered, my fingers leaving his hair. I leaned back, my hands resting on the bed, propping me up. He took his time opening his eyes, and he let his eyes reach up to me. For a while, he said nothing, just watched me, his eyes carefully hidden by his lashes.

I knew that the moment I opened my eyes, that gentle persona would retreat behind his usual facade. "Rima, wake up. We've landed" he murmured, his voice a low whisper beside me. Slowly, I allowed my eyes to flutter open, immediately locking onto his gaze. The world came into focus around his face, the reality of our surroundings seeping back into my consciousness.

When I opened my eyes Nora A week ago, I woke up after I almost lost my life at the hands of that monster. Fortunately, Erik arrived in time to save our lives. If the man had gone first for my baby or Rosa, Oh! I don't want to think about it any more, because it would have been devastating. That day, when I opened my eyes, Erik's face was the first thing I see. Not only did he look bad, but he also smelled bad. That was what I first said to him when I saw him. “Eric, you look like a homeless man. What has happened to you?” He widened my eyes in surprise as he gently grabbed my hand. The whole of my body ached. I didn't know how long had passed since I fell unconscious. Then he smiled at me a

Elliot felt as if his entire being was being emptied out and put back together again. When Elliot finally opened his eyes, the sun was already hanging high above the skies.

~Merina Pov~ My eyes cracked open when I felt wetness on my face. My eyes were blurry at first but then it became clear as the sun shined on my face making me feel alive. My mind was blank as I kept looking at the sun that peaked out of the window, and then everything came rushing in. My eyes snapped open and now everything was clear to me. I looked around the room and then my eyes met a familiar dark deep one. I locked eyes with him for a while then opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Hoping that he would just wake up, that he would get out of this situation, that he would stand strong again as I have always known him. And finally, he did. His eyelids fluttered before they slowly opened, revealing the sharp, calculating eyes I had grown up fearing and respecting. He looked around the room for a moment, trying to process what was going on, trying to process the situation that he was in. But I did not care right now. All I cared about was the fact that he had opened his eyes. A slow exhale left my chest, a weight I hadn’t realized I was carrying lifting slightly. “Father.” I allowed myself to whisper as I voiced out my pain.