A Single Tear Novels & Stories

Show time. I turn around just as a single tear slips down my cheek. I don’t even need to force it; the situation itself is enough to make my body react the way I need it to. Before they can dwell on it, I wipe the tear away quickly, shaking my head like I don’t want them to see me like this.

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

All his time would be with his mate and not with Ava. She felt herself hyperventilating as Lucas looked at her in shock. "Baby, what wrong? Calm down ok? Breathe. Breathe." She watched him inhale and exhale exaggeratedly and tried to copy him. His touch was soothing and she felt herself calm down a little. "That's it, baby. There you go." She returned his smile but a thought suddenly hit her that brought tears to her eyes. Who's going to do this when you're gone?! She looked away, hoping he wouldn't catch her tearful eyes. Ava was really sick of crying.

she comforted herself, outstretching her hand to stroke the wide sky. Lumpy clouds dotted the sky, painting a distinct difference between the arctic blue and the pristine white. It was as beautiful as ever. While she was absorbed in the tranquil sight above, something slipped out of her pocket—the half-magnolia jade. Holding it up high, she watched the weight slide to the middle of the blue yarn, shimmering under the sun. Her lips quivered, parted, and shut. Before she could react, tears once again welled up in her eyes as the agonizing scene flashed across the back of her mind...

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

Seraphina can’t hold herself but to worry about his one and only daughter. For a long time, she lost with her daughter, she wanted to take this moment to make it up for her daughter, to feel the love she has towards her. But that is not what Hana wanted right now. “I know, but just . . . l-leave me along. Just please, mother! Please.” Tears are starting flow from Hana’s eyes down to his chin and drips. “I know that you want to make up some things for us and I appreciate that, I truly am. But this is not the right time for that.”

I stood silently crying in front of the single stall restroom, the door was locked and there were no windows. For the past hour I had been trying to convince myself that Adam really didn’t mean what he’d said in a bad way, I mean maybe I was being too loud and obnoxious. He most likely meant to save me from further humiliation on my birthday. With a sad smile I gazed on at my hunched over reflection, my teary eyes barely able to make out the black streaks running down my face but not blurry enough to cover up how red my cheeks were.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

Haya's pov I bit my tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave my eyes and that's when I can't hold them back. first, one small crystal bead escaped from my right eye, I can feel the warmth sliding down my cheeks and rolling off my chin, then another and another until my eyes flooded with them, coming like a rainfall. My brother walked towards me that's when I burst out into tears because I couldn't take it any more, I sobbed into his chest clutching his jacket and he held me in silence.