Romans & histoires Blood Sweat And Tears Artinya

Blood oozed out. "It hurts..."

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.

He pressed his torn, actively bleeding fingernails directly into the sharp crevice of the massive stone wall, and for the first time in his entire miserable life, the great Aryan Singhania openly wept. The tears weren't just hot; they felt like corrosive acid burning down his freezing, dirt-caked cheeks. The quiet, muffled sobs aggressively shook his bare, bruised torso, sending excruciating shockwaves radiating from his violently shattered left arm straight into his failing heart. He didn't wipe the tears away. He just let them freely mix with the freezing mud and the fresh crimson blood continuously dripping from his mangled right hand.

The view blurred as more tears fell with his words pressing down on me with crushing force. Sold.

Sweat formed on my forehead that instant. “Why isn’t it stopping? What the hell is going on?” I screamed at myself as tears began to roll out of my eyes.

A human, at least. I wring my palms, they felt sandy. I opened my palms, looking into them. They were covered in ash. My arms. My fucking body. “Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist. It was as though they were glued to my skin. I'm scrubbing them off more. More. I want to rip the top of my skin off. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Hot tears.

I simply let it wash over me seeing the dirt and blood coming off me slipping down the drain. I crouch to the floor to tired to hold myself upright any longer and give into the tears the earth-shattering sobs as I cry out all of the pain, stress, fear every emotion flowing through my body letting the water wash it all away. When the tears no longer flow a headache pounding a way I sit there still as the water licks at my skin, I can still feel his touch on me and when I think about what almost happened the tears start again.

My sight became hazy, clouded by tears and the reflection of the sun dancing on the polished marble beneath my feet. As the pain deepened, tears rained down my face, flowing freely like a torrential downpour. It felt as if a dam, long sealed, had suddenly burst open, releasing a flood of pent-up emotions. Each tear represented the weight of every heartbreaking experience I had endured. They were tears shed for the countless times the woman I considered my mother had subjected me to beatings. They were tears shed for the irreplaceable loss of my Grandpa. And, most importantly, they were tears of anguish over the futile attachment to someone that never truly belonged to me in the first place.

Are all things about our mate bond true? A tear of blood came out of my eye. Why am I crying? I don't have feelings for him. I whispered," I don't have feelings for him". I went to my dressing table, looking in the mirror, I again murmured," I don't have feelings for him". I said and I started weeping. Many tears of blood were coming out of my eyes. Trying to cover them with my hands, I covered my whole face with tears of blood. My face was red. I washed my face.

My tears rained on my palm. I wiped my tears out of my palm. I panicked when my tears smudged the ink written on it. “No... no...” I brought out my pen and wrote his name again but my pen won’t work over my drenched skin. I wiped my palm against my shirt and it was gone. His name was gone. I knew his name seconds ago but now I don’t. I grabbed my hair. This is driving me insane. I wish my tears could erase the pain I was feeling just like what it did to his name. I wish crying could ease the pain.