Where Your Eyes Don't Go Novels & Stories

I fixated my eyes on the woods in the lobby, looking at nothing in particular, until my eyes became unfocused, blurry and. And were these tears?

** Paige’s POV ** The world narrows to a single point of pressure in my chest. I don’t mean in a painful way. It’s more like… a pull. A thread tethered to something outside of this room, outside of me. A distant storm I can feel but not see. Every time I try to blink, my eyes don’t want to close all the way. My vision stays fixed on the invisible horizon beyond the wall.

What’s this thing you’re trying not to do? Don’t say it’s nothing. There’s someone else you’re trying not to be, right there behind your eyes. I see it. Look at me. Please.

She looked at me intensely without batting her eyes. “Hey! Blink your eyes. Otherwise, your eyes will be dry and sore. I don’t want to take care of you if you get sore eyes later.” Kanya lazily turned her gaze forward. “If I hurt my eyes, the sign is I can’t see anything weird anymore.” “You won’t be able to write later. Don’t underestimate sore eyes because it feels very uncomfortable when your vision is disturbed. So, just follow my words.” “Yeah, yeah,” She lazily replied.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

She sat in the car, contemplating her next move. Her gaze fixated on the stranger as he walked towards Graycen's school block. Curiosity tugged at Nora, urging her to find out what he was doing there. She knew it might be unwise to let her emotions guide her actions, but the need to understand the reason behind his presence overwhelmed her.

I trаіlеd off, my eyes drорріng dоwn avoiding the lооk оf ріtу соntаіnеd іn Elijah’s еуеѕ. I hаd dеlіbеrаtеlу lеft оut the Lаurеn раrt, tоо сhоkеd uр tо get thе words out. I dіdn’t wаnt tо see the соnfіrmаtіоn іn Elіjаh’ѕ еуеѕ that this wаѕ bаd. Fоr nоw I juѕt nееdеd to lосk that part аwау, tо dеаl wіth іt іn my own way.

“You have tensed it many times without thinking. Now tense it with thought. Where did you feel it most when it happened before? Jaw? Spine? Behind your eyes?” “Behind my eyes,” I say. “Like pressure, or… heat.” “Then put your attention there,” she says. “Breathe into that place, instead of into the bond. Tell it to rise.” “This seems like a great way to give myself an aneurysm,” I mutter, but I do as she says. I focus on that space behind my eyes.

I remain speechless and dumbfounded. Breathing out turns quietly difficult and impossible. I forcefully respirate (inhale and exhale). I respirate to capture little or no oxygen. All out turns slightly effective and quite helpful. But it ain't enough. It's definitely ain't my required quantity. My eyes also buldge. They fiercely pull outwardly. They Threaten detachment from my eye socket. They remain tightly fixed and glued at my mates alpha glowing eyes. They all explain my extreme shock and confusion. They eye roam him but locate zero response to my confusion.

"Let it go." There's no response as Ray clutches his head, struggling once more. "Show... just... let it..." His hands move to cover his eyes and an almost lightning like flash appears in the room, making me blink a few times and look at the floor. When I finally look up, I almost jump with my chair into the abyss. "Ray? What happened to your eyes?