A Single Tear Novels & Stories

"Dear God, if you are there, make things easier for me henceforth." She closed her eyes and a single tear dropped from her eyes and onto the ticket she was holding.

In that moment, I knew that my fate hung in the balance, and the choice I had made would shape the path ahead. As the tear rolled down my cheek, its shimmering presence illuminated by the soft, dim light of the room, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the sacrifices I was willing to make. It was a tear that spoke volumes, a testament to the lengths I was prepared to go with my plea, hanging in the air like a fragile thread, echoed through the silence.

I pressed a palm to my chest, trying to hold myself together, but the pressure behind my eyes finally gave way, and one tear slipped down. I didn’t wipe it. I just let it fall.

Bright let a tear fall. His teary eyes released a single tear that slid down his cheek and dropped to the floor. My lips parted slightly, and my brows furrowed in confusion. Bright wasn’t the kind of man who cried, not in front of anyone. But there he was, crying in front of me. He looked vulnerable, once again showing me the side of him he usually hid. And in that single tear, I could feel the pain pounding in his heart. He was hurting. Which made me think, even more, that he should insult me, and tell me I was the worst person in the world, again.

All this guilt and pain and torture that is building up every single time I spend time with you. I'm trying really hard to stop my tears from falling by biting my inner cheeks. I'm trying my best not to cry because that would be embarrassing. I don’t want him or anyone else to think that I am getting sympathy from him for being a single mother. But suddenly I feel my tears falling. No. Don't fall. Stop. Don't cry. Damn tears! "Hey." Hugo coos and thumbs my tears away. I pull myself away from him and wiped my own tears with the back of my hand. "Shit I'm sorry." I keep wiping my tears as I lowered my head. "You shouldn't be seeing me like this. Sorry."

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…

“It has to be done Amelia, we can’t risk you getting an infection” Tears welled in my eyes as again a sharp pain went through my body, starting at the large wound on my head. I felt all my muscles begin to spasm as I desperately tried to control or at least hide the pain. Quiet whimpers escaped my mouth as I held my lips together tightly and I heard Abran sigh. I closed my eyes again and laid still for what felt like hours, finally my eyes open with tears streaming down my face to Abran kissing my cheek softly.

The thought tore at his heart, threatening to break him. A single tear escaped his eye, tracing a path down his cheek. It carried with it all the pain, all the longing, all the uncertainty that had consumed him since the moment he realized something was wrong with Lucy. The tear glistened in the dim light of the room, a poignant symbol of the love and anguish that resided within him. He fought to steady his breathing, to find solace amidst the swirling storm of emotions. He whispered her name, his voice barely audible, but filled with a profound longing. "Lucy," he murmured, as if calling out to her across the vast expanse that separated them.

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.