1 Litre Of Tears Series の小説・ストーリー

Tears are brimming in her eyes. Liliane couldn't hold back her tears and cry to her heart content, mourned for the death of Carina. She had lost her friend, her sister, and her only bosom buddy.

Our eyes hold and suddenly the distance between our grief disappears. Two children who lost everything. Two survivors shaped by the same violence. Lucien’s arms tighten around me again. Not restraining. Just… holding. My eyes sting unexpectedly. I blink hard. But the tears come anyway. Damn it. I hate crying. Lucien notices immediately. His hands lift. His thumbs brush gently across my cheeks wiping away the tears as they fall. The gesture is soft and careful. So unexpectedly tender that my breath catches. “You don’t have to hide it,” he murmurs.

All lies. I used to cry after these tests. The first year, tears came fast and hot. The second year, they were quieter. This time? Nothing. My eyes stayed dry. Maybe I had finally run out of tears, or maybe the hurt had turned into something harder, something cold that sat heavy in my chest.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

word and shook her hand off with a faint, knowing smile. Eric coldly stepped forward to shield me. He pulled a videotape out of his pocket and waved it lightly. "Megan, Julie didn't want to make a big deal out of this since you're her cousin, but some people just don't know when to quit. "I have a bad temper and zero patience, and some things are hard to explain, so let's just watch." He walked straight to the old VCR in our house like he'd done it a hundred times before and hooked it up to the aging TV. The footage was static and grainy, but the figures were clear enough.

—those were the only words I heard from him. I never saw any sympathy from him. I never seen the care that I ised to see in his eyes.. I wiped my tears dry and just left his office. I ran to the restroom, and I don't care if Sandy saw me in diapers like I was a broken glass. I cried inside the cubicle, and I burst out like a dam filled with so much water.

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀 I felt the tears welling up inside me, a dam about to burst. I tried to hold them back, to stem the tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. But it was no use. The floodgates opened, and I was consumed by a torrent of grief. I sobbed uncontrollably, my body shaking with each ragged breath. Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty, as I wailed in anguish. I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow, unable to escape the crushing weight of my emotions.