1 Litre Of Tears Series Novels & Stories

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

But the weight of her mother’s accusations threatened to unravel everything she had ever held dear. As Clarissa spoke, her tears continued to flow, unbidden and uncontrollable. They were not the usual tears of sorrow, but something far more mysterious and haunting. As they slid down her cheeks, they didn’t merely soak into the fabric of her clothes. They began to change, transforming into something far more beautiful yet sorrowful. The tears became pearls, delicate and luminous, rolling down her lap like precious jewels. Each one seemed to hold a story, a secret she was too afraid to uncover. Their weight was not just physical; it was emotional, pressing her heart deeper into despair.

She said as Veronica continued to gaze at her. Veronica blinked her eyes, and it took her some moment before she finally spoke. “I’m tired of crying. For half a decade, there hasn’t been a day when my eyes didn’t shed tears. Happy tears, sad tears, angry tears, helpless tears, surprise tears, and so on. I have shed every kind of tear!”

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

I assured him but my voice wasn’t getting on his ears or I could say that he doesn’t want to listen to my voices anymore. And suddenly after a long rage on his eyes I could see the tears rolling down his eyes. The tear which the world rarely saw and knew about. The tears which was more expensive than any other jewels in the whole world. Those tears are priceless. “You’re tearing?” I asked as I lifted my hands to his face to reach his face to wipe off his tears but he turned his face away from me.

with that see gaze on the Tv too. Tear crash, pains overflowing… ..

His small body stilled completely in Iris’s arms. Then slowly… quietly… The first tear slipped free. It traced a silent path down his cheek, warm against skin that had suddenly gone cold. Another followed… And another… Falling without sound… without resistance… Lucien didn’t sob. He didn’t break loudly. He just stood there… held in Iris’s arms… as tears slipped endlessly from his eyes, carrying away something he would never get back.

she spits, tears burning her eyes. I inhale. My body wobbles and the invisible thread holding me in place breaks. My eyes hurt. Tears well up and a single tear drops and rolls down my cheek.

Gloria remained seated there, her gaze locked intently on the contract document spread out before her on the table. She read every line over and over, her mind absorbing the details slowly. After what seemed like several long minutes, a single tear escaped from her eye and landed softly on the paper, creating a tiny damp spot right in the middle of one paragraph. She reacted quickly, using the back of her hand to wipe it away before it could spread or ruin the print. Lukas's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown the moment he spotted that tear glistening on her cheek. A wave of thoughts immediately flooded his mind, making him question everything.