A Single Tear Novels & Stories

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.

Then tears streamed down her stunning face. A gasp escaped Fiona’s lips, and her eyes were wide in disbelief at the cruelty of Preston leaving his new bride alone at Home Affairs. Fiona hugged her best friend tightly with tears brimming in her eyes and said, “I am so sorry, my dearest Brooklyn. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Why didn’t you call me after that heartless man abandoned you? I would have come and picked you up.”

"Now. Close your eyes. Feel the Tear." I did. It was there. Always there. A massive presence in the back of my mind. "Don't fight it," Thea instructed. "Just observe. What does it feel like?" "Cold. Heavy. Like... like drowning in a frozen ocean." "Good. That's your perception of it. The Tear isn't actually cold—you're making it cold because you fear it. Now. Try to feel it differently. What if it wasn't an ocean? What if it was something you could use?"

It is said that tears contain some kind of healing powers and can rejuvenate and heal someone who has been cut or bruised. Elena decides to give it a try. She gets a small knife and cuts herself on one of her palms. She pours the drop of tears on her cut and instantly her wound is healed in a blink of an eye. She became really surprised, feeling like some sort of a God having tears which could heal. She didn't allow it to get to head but she was extremely happy that her tears could actually heal. She picks up a book glowing from a shelf. It looked rather enchanting than dangerous. In front she sees an embedded lock with a key in it.

I cant believe… With that, tears fell from my eyes but then this time… it isn’t bound by sadness. This tears is… the tears of happiness.

Tears I see tears shimmering in his eyes but he is strong enough to not let them escape and spill down his cheeks. I swallow dryly as I slowly raise up my hand and carefully touch his right cheek. He tilts his head to get more of my touch and when he closes his eyes, a single drop of tear escapes his left eye and flows down his left cheek. I gently brush off the year and continue to caress his cheek and our eyes remain locked in each other’s. I can see a mixture of love and fear in those very charming brown eyes of his.

Elder Ysmera and the rest steps forward with glowing stones, placing them one by one around the body. The light folds over Mother, white and silver, like the moon itself descending to take her. Then I see it— a single tear, slipping from Pelin’s eye. My breath catches.. I can’t speak. But one thought claws through my chest— That tear must not touch the body¡.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

I felt relieved! I smiled, wiping my solitary tear from my left eye that still found its way to come out somehow. However, it was my happy tears, not the other way around. Finally.

“It looked that way, yes.” Suddenly, her composure shattered. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her cheek. Then another, and another until silent tears were streaming down her face. She didn’t make a sound, no sobs, no wails but just the quiet, heartbreaking descent of tears.