She went into the drawing room and turned on the light; she felt her eyes pulled sharply down to the floor.

My eyes well with tears, pulling me away from the emptiness.

The eye pulls me and I enter into another world.

She kept her eyes closed, but didn't pull away when he took her hand.

The eyes pulled back almost disappearing under the shadow of the carapace.

He braced himself, eyes shut, and pulled at the wheel.

An empty eye that wouldn't be when he pulled the trigger.

Her gray eyes fixed on mine, pulled me to her.

She was fascinated, couldn't pull her eyes from the image.

It didn't look s'much like an eye with some of the boards pulled back, but not even that helped.