1 Litre Of Tears Series の小説・ストーリー

I only use the ones at the main temple to heal but now, I have almost exhausted all of those. Closing my eyes, I removed my gloves and tapped a tiny part of the fountain. It responded with a vibration and a loud hum, the light travelled from the tiny piece to the entire fountain of tears and soon, it began flowing like a real fountain. The sweet melodic sound coming from it soothes my mind and all tensions disappear. Scooping a clearer part of it, I weaved it, my hands as I offered a little prayer to Natalí. Erxi entered with the large earthenware and I poured the tears inside. The tears hardened and turned to the former full green color immediately after it entered the pot. With a soft hum

Everything would be fine, and I'll try my hardest to win the duel," Lucius stated, his expression uncertain. I just wanted to see him through, even though I knew he doubted himself too. If he manages to make it through everything, I'll be happy. I was immersed in my own thoughts and had no idea when tears were coming down my cheeks. My tears, which I had always kept hidden and referred to as "golden tears," are suddenly visible to him. I had always assumed that no one would be able to see me cry. It was only when the salty liquid on my tongue contacted my tongue that I realized the tears streaming down my face had stopped. I can feel the affects of the tears in my eyes becoming murky.

Chapter 68: Darius’s regret Vishiea’s POV I wiped my tears and looked at him. “I did fight for you, Vishiea. I did everything I could,” he uttered, trying to convince me. I watched him as he messed up his hair. I bit my bottom lip as I tried not to cry. “You did? How?” I asked him. He wiped his tears. It’s been years, yet I haven’t known what exactly happened to him as we both separated our ways.

And when she felt a tear running down her face, she closed her eyes, and Otávio caught the tear that fell with the tip of his finger, looking fixedly at the moisture on his finger. "Did you know that there are three types of tears?" he asked her, and she didn't respond, keeping her eyes closed. "Basal tears are a healthy type of tear that keeps our eyes lubricated. Reflex tears come into action when our eyes come into contact with something like the acidity of an onion or dust particles. They work to expel the irritation or foreign body from the eye. And then there are emotional tears. I believe those are the ones you have now. Many say these are psychic tears. They can be triggered by stron

’’ I gesture for him to come closer, clearing my throat. ‘’Hm.’’ He replies, walking over and leaning against me as I brush through his hair. ‘’You’re crying mama.’’ He stares up at me worriedly. ‘’Did papa make you cry?’’ I am crying? I wonder, slowly raising my fingers to touch my face, and indeed my skin was moist from the tears. I hadn’t even realized when the tears had slipped out from eyes. ‘’...No, Lucian.’’ My lips tug up slightly. ‘’Mama’s just happy. These are happy tears.’’

The weeping wounds that had long lost the biological ability to heal. A real man sheds no tears until a truly heartbreaking moment. Laurence pressed his lips together, but it didn't keep out the salty, bitter tears. They weren't crocodile tears anymore or just a few drops. They fell like a downpour, streaking his entire face.

“My tears huh? Well, I don’t really have plenty of that anymore since I stopped crying centuries ago. I saved only a small bottle of it for something special.” Joana looked at Derick, she was unsure of what to ask Yin next that wouldn’t annoy her. Why did you stop crying or, can you give us the only bottle of tears you have left? She didn’t know which one to ask Yin continued speaking. “Dragon tears never dry up and before I stopped crying, my tears would always fill up this cave and would then flow into the lake, that was what gave the cave its name. I had a big pool of tears before, but I gave it all out to vampires who came here in need of vamscren. I reserved a bottle for a special occas

“Uhgghh~ Lu- Ahh… Lucas…” “H-mm?” the blond hummed a shaky response, his face stained with tears. “H-help…it hurts… It hurts-s-s s-so bad, Lucas… Luc-cas…” the brunet cried, his tears dropping onto his friend’s outfit. He grabbed Lucas' shirt tighter, causing a portion of it to rip off. Undeterred, he grabbed onto the fabric of his buddy’s pants and even that showed signs of tearing.

“S-Scarlett…” Scarlett smiled, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. Sharlene tried to touch her daughter on the cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” she apologized. Scarlett shook her head and took her mother’s hand in hers. “Please tell your father that I’m sorry… I-I l-love him…” Scarlett's eyes widened, and she shook her head as she sobbed. “Everything will be fine, mom; let’s go home,” she sobbed. Sharlene wiped Scarlett's tears away with a smile.

She then teleports to her room and slams the door shut. Morgan squats on the floor, raffling his hair. Her words feel like swords, making his heart bleed. Subconsciously, tears roll down from the edges of his eyes, turning them red. After some time, he runs to the kitchen, takes out several wines from the wine cellar, and chugs them greedily and nonstop.