A Single Tear Novels & Stories

“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.

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."

I said quietly. A single tear slid down my cheek.

The friendships, the familiar hallways, the dreams that had taken root there – they all seemed to hang in the balance, threatened by the drastic turn of events. A single tear, heavy with the weight of her anguish, welled up in Ava's eye and then slipped silently down her cheek. It landed on the cold, unfeeling floor with a soft, almost imperceptible sound. But in that seemingly insignificant drop, a deluge of emotions cascaded. It was a tear that held within it the echo of dreams shattered, of hopes extinguished, and of a future that now felt uncertain and dimly lit.

"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!"

Something hot. Tears.

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.”