When the piercing gaze from that corner disappeared, I was ready to fall to my knees with fear and exhaustion.
But I didn't dare to do that because each of these blades of grass was an extension of the other eyes—of the monster I had come up with to give the terror I felt a face.
Henry crashed into my back and hugged me.
"Are you alright?"
"Mhm, you?" I said.
I felt if I just said it, it would really be alright again.
"How can this be so fear-inducing?" he asked while burying his head in my neck.
"I don't know; maybe we are too powerful to be unaware." I answered, dragging him to the field while ignoring the eyes I felt under my feet, watching, watching, always watching.
"Why did you flip the coin again yesterday?" He didn't sound accusatory, just asking.
Well, I wasn't happy with that either because I didn't want to feel that stare again, not with how terrible that had been just now, and not when I had given myself a thousand imaginary ones already.
