A Single Tear Novels & Stories

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.

The girl didn't move from her position as she whispered back to me, "I love you..." The truth behind the three words resonated within me. Each one, lifting a further weight from my chest. She loves me... It's odd that a simple three words could just flip your world upside down, but right then, I felt like I was living in the clouds. A single tear fell from my cheek. Tears have so much meaning behind them. Really, they represent a feeling so strong it can't be put into words. Extreme sadness, happiness or even anger. A single tear could represent a feeling so vivid, only a few select people could understand it. This tear represen

Completely alone. A tear slips down my cheek, and I don’t even know why. Damn him. Damn these hormones.

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.

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

I was just a guest star. Oh. One tear finally dropped dramatically. I let it slide slowly. If I wiped it off, I might not be lucky enough to get another one. I needed the tear, just so I could feel the hurt. Because it was almost beginning to seem like I was growing numb by the second.

And there, my tears flowed freely. @SenaSen

Together, Selene and I sang while I danced. I glanced at Selene, whose face was filled with tears, but a smile also played at the corner of her lips. I wasn't alone. Selene also felt nostalgic. I wished I could let loose and cry, too. I wish I could openly reminisce about those days without breaking my composure. No, I wasn't as strong. To me, tears were like a debt. Once shed, it could amount to a huge price I would never be able to repay. I couldn't cry.

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

Just a small turn, like gravity finally won. A single tear slid out of the corner of my eye and soaked into the pillow. I noticed it the way you notice weather through a window—distant, impersonal. My face stayed still. My chest didn’t hitch. I pressed my lips together and forced the rest of the tears back down like they were something shameful. Don’t fall apart yet. Not yet.