1 Liter Of Tears Drama นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tears began to fall out of my eyes as I began cleaning the scent of the wine that had poured on my dress in the bathroom alone.I cried all of my eyes out. “Why would Leonard see me fall to the ground and did not even come and help out? Was he ashamed of me or what?” I said out loud looking at the mirror. My makeup was almost wiped up with my tears. “Or could Leonard be in love with Vivian?”I took the tissue and started wiping off the stains out of my dress. I could hear some footsteps and quickly took a tissue and wiped off my tears.

Tears welled up in her eyes, tracing silent paths down her cheeks as she succumbed to the weight of her longing. Climbing into bed, Lana curled up beneath the covers, seeking comfort and solace in the darkness. The sun's gentle glow bathed the room, casting a soft luminescence upon her tear-stained face. Sobs wracked her body, releasing the anguish and longing that had built up within her. In the silence of the morning, Lana allowed herself to grieve, the tears a bittersweet testament to the depth of her love. The ache in her heart seemed to radiate through her very being, a constant reminder of the void left in Tyler's absence.

A small slither of happiness wraps around my heart, and yet I still can't stop the tears from falling. "Thank you." He whispers out, like those two words were the hardest thing to ever say in his life. Shock overcomes my body as my head shoots up to look at him, my vision slightly blurry from the tears. We just stare at one another no words between the two of us. As he wipes my tears from my cheeks, Alessandro's palm rises up to cup my cheek, warmth soaking into the skin there. His steely eyes meet my green ones. Time appears to have stopped, leaving only Alessandro and myself.

His eyes hungrily drank in the fact she was awake. " You are awake! I am so happy to see your beautiful eyes open. Alice, you have been asleep for almost four hours." He informed her. She was a bit shocked over this news but more so when she searched his eyes. She could see happiness in them and worry. But most frightening she swears she has seen love. The doctor walked in and went over her injuries with us. He also did another exam then allowed us to go back to our room. Once there Jared pulled Alice over to their bed and up against him. His arms were like a tight band of pure comfort to her.

Then tears streamed down her stunning face. A gasp escaped Fiona’s lips, and her eyes were wide in disbelief at the cruelty of Preston leaving his new bride alone at Home Affairs. Fiona hugged her best friend tightly with tears brimming in her eyes and said, “I am so sorry, my dearest Brooklyn. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Why didn’t you call me after that heartless man abandoned you? I would have come and picked you up.”

I blink hard as a tear threatens to escape, wiping it away quickly with my finger before he can notice. When I glance at him, his face is unreadable, eyes fixed on the screen, jaw set like he’s further inside the story than he’d ever admit. The reflection from the screen cuts across his face, sharpening his jaw, softening everything else, and I look away quickly, as heat begins crawling up my neck. Then the rain scene comes, and this time, there’s no stopping it. The tears come fast and traitorous, spilling over no matter how quickly I wipe them away, until the credits roll up.

I noticed Damon behind too, looking all relieved. Then I felt something warm drop onto my forehead, another and another. Tears. He was crying. I tilted my head slightly, carefully, looking up at him. His eyes were wet, red-rimmed, and full of a pain so profound it made my own eyes sting in response. Tears tracked down his cheeks, glinting in the flashing emergency lights. His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but no words came out. His jaw worked uselessly. "Lucas," I whispered softly, my voice breaking on his name, "were you… crying?"

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

The hateful image from my memories warped as I tried to reconcile it with the woman now weeping over me, like her heart was breaking. Vivian had always been a brilliant actress. She'd killed me. And yet there she was, slumped against Jayden, crying over my corpse without a trace of guilt. "Who could be this cruel, Jay? Who'd kill Kat so brutally?" "Who knows? She played too many dirty games, making too many enemies." Jayden stood in a black suit, his face grim. "Enough, Vivi. You're running on no sleep. Get some rest. I've got this."

Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."