byalizade

The eyes are the mirror of the soul and reflect everything that seems to be hidden; and like a mirror, they also reflect the person looking into them.~ Paulo Coelho I looked straight into his eyes. I saw a high blank in those eyes. I went down a little deeper, and I saw a lie, a betrayal. I saw grudge, hatred, and wrath. I saw his love and care for other peoples. However, I could not see myself in those eyes. If you knew I didn't like yellow, would you buy me yellow flowers? Yeah, because you like hurt me. Do we live or do we idle away time? I have very few memories that I am happy to remember. I was feeling pain a lot then, but I had hope. Now I can't even build castles in the sky.

  .. .lifeless body in front of his eyes, he looks her execrably with bloody hands.No, not hate, he touches on her hair. What murder is this? He has been the killer of everyone except her. His eyes fill with tears, he now realizes what he is doing, can't bear to this, he sticks a knife in his own heart...and end...no... Every time the knife stuck to his heart, the pen touched the paper. Each time a tear fell on the sheet, the other set on fire. Every step of the way, his eyes searched for her. Whom? Who can someone who has lost himself seek? Hush! Nobody understands. The empty room filled with the smell of cigarettes...a glass of wine...and finished...the door knocked. He picks up a knife from the table and comes near the door.                                                                          ...

  …the author fell in love with the character he created…it was too tardy to realize… "Could black befit a woman so much?" he thought. He had never thought that this woman would blacken his life. For a long time, he had not written anything, had not left the house, had stopped keeping in touch communication with acquaintances, put the phone on silent, and had ordered food from outside. Someday the door was knocked. "Hi, excuse me, I just moved here, and I need your help." ...this grace...almond-eyed...her smile... the glory of her timbre… New neighbors became friends. One day, during a conversation, the woman said to him, "You should remain firm, there is always hope every morning and God." He held on to life with these incantations and was working on his new work every night.-"Sunshine".Someday he confessed his love for her, and she said that she loved him very much. He thought that he's the belike happiest man in the world. He was s...