Blood Sweat And Tears Artinya Mga Nobela at Kwento

No-one else was here to wrap their arms around me and take away the overwhelming sadness that shook through my body. Tears streamed down my face, burning my fur as they snaked through it. Instead of falling into the nothingness surrounding me, they branched off to smother the rest of my face, piercing through my cheeks and forehead. My fingers began to bubble and blister as the tears fell onto them. The muscles in my arms and legs constricted until they burst through my flesh and bound me, trying to strangle what resistance I had against them from me. The tears that coated my body felt like sizzling oil swarming through my veins. The oil filled my eyes until they too were pouring over my fac

Thinking about that day, though, fills my eyes with tears. “Heart wrenching,” I all but whisper the words. It feels like it’s been forced out of me. Out of the deepest parts of my soul. I try to force the sob that threatens to break free, but it’s useless. I tears out of me painfully, leaving me breathless. “How so?” Mia asks, handing me tissue paper. I take it and wipe the tears falling down my face. It does no good because they keep flowing like a damn river. Getting angry at them for how they keep falling, I ball the tissue in frustration before chucking it in the dustbin.

I thought this would help, but it isn't doing much for me. Ethan walks down the hall suddenly. He's dressed in sweatpants and a stained t-shirt. He looks awful. Although I'm not sure if I look any better or not. He looks down at me, and tears are running down his pale face. He looks like he has been crying for hours. This isn't just "I'm sad" tears. These tears are more...so much fucking more.

Please, give Christian his wife back. Picking a sweat pair I got into the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror, my whole body was a canvas of red and blue. My eyes puffed up, and the corners burned from wiping the tears continuously, yet more demanded to spill as my heart felt the constant pain like it's been brutally torn apart.

Weird. I look through the window, trying to get rid of my gobbling thoughts. But then something strikes my attention. I thought they are beads of sweat which are rolling down Erden’s face but when I look closely, I’m bug-eyed to see that it’s actually tears which are streaming down his cheeks. He quickly wipes them with the back of his hand and grabs the steering with both hands again, sniffling quietly. “Why are you crying, sir?” Eren voices out.

Deborah's POV Tears were streaming freely down my face now, hot trails of salt water that burned against my skin as they fell. I could taste them at the corners of my mouth, bitter and metallic like blood or fear or both mixed together. My vision blurred with the moisture, making the harsh light from the overhead bulb seem to shimmer and dance in front of me like something underwater.

“S-Scarlett…” Scarlett smiled, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. Sharlene tried to touch her daughter on the cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” she apologized. Scarlett shook her head and took her mother’s hand in hers. “Please tell your father that I’m sorry… I-I l-love him…” Scarlett's eyes widened, and she shook her head as she sobbed. “Everything will be fine, mom; let’s go home,” she sobbed. Sharlene wiped Scarlett's tears away with a smile.

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"You're going to be fine." Her face is wet with sweat and tears as she lies on a puddle of her own blood struggling to breathe. No matter how she's a picture perfect of a mess, I can see clearly the will of power in her eyes. But I fear it won't last. "I–I'm sor–sorry," she gasps. Her face suddenly grimaced as she chokes over the red liquid in her throat. "Shh," I cooed, removing a few strands of her hair off her face and temple, wiping the new beads of tears rolling down her cheeks. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

Demon… the same person who never flinched, who never hesitated, was terrified of something. “Don’t… do it,” he uttered the words again, his hands hovering around me, trembling badly. Then something warm touched my skin. I stilled. Another drop followed. And another. Not sweat… but tears. Demon’s tears. Demon… was crying.