Strands of thick black hair, still wet from the bathhouse, fell across his deep blue eyes.

He glared up at me through bangs that fell across his eyes.

A strand of hair fell across his eyes, but he made no attempt to brush it away.

A wisp of dark red hair fell across her eyes and she impatiently brushed it aside.

Greatly daring, he reached over to push back a strand of living hair that had fallen across her eyes.

A mist fell across my eyes, and I could see only red, a brilliant scarlet haze.

A lock of long black hair fell across her eyes.

A single coral-hued strand had fallen across his closed eyes.

It fell across his eyes and he opened them, blinking.

His hair fell across her eyes, she breathed in the shampoo smell, and gave up trying to see or reach for him.