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Grunting, I spare I second to check whether I am wounded, and I release a gasp when I discover fresh blood tricking down to the ground. "Gosh-darn!" I ejaculates softly. "Why am I so freaking hapless?... Darn! Darn it!" I spit a saliva on the ground, and swallow the pain. I have to leave this inferno, so I have no right to linger on this bullshit luck. So, I hurry to stand, and totter my way off that place.

"Oh my word you're going to, make me cry even more. After what's been going on it feels like I'm fighting a losing battle." "Don't cry sugar; when you cry it makes me cry twice as much, and when you hurt it hurts me too twice as bad. I love you and our son too. I carry your heart in my heart always" Brent said the last sixteen words with a raspy voice; he even started crying too. I removed his hands from my face and wiped his tears. He smiled when I touched his face and wiped his tears. He responded by wrapping his arms around my waist and leaned down to kiss me. I kissed him and hugged him back.

One of the youngest cubs couldn’t see his sad face and hugged him. “Yes, we all were just acting… please don’t cry… We only love you and you too have a fan club even though no one joined it,” They too started to cry when they saw tears in his eyes. Beryl saw Drake’s face in awe and asked him, “Didn’t they just say that they only made fun of you and they really like you too? What are you crying for? Are you that sad because they praised me instead of you?” At that time, Drake realized that there were actually tears in his eyes. He lifted his hand and touched his cheeks. A colorless fluid stuck to his hands and made him wonder if this was the tear everyone's talking about.

I was crying in pain and pleasure. * #TBC

Blood oozed out. "It hurts..."

"Damn it…" He pulled a couple of tissues and dried his tears, but they were unstoppable. He hadn't even wanted to cry in the first place, so why did his eyes betray him like they had a will of their own? Could he have been possessed by an overly sentimental devil with a penchant for tears? Was this some kind of black magic? No, he reckoned he should hire a voodoo specialist to purge whatever strange force had come over him before he truly became a crybaby! Outside the consultation room, Giselle raised her hand to dry the tears she'd expected to have cascaded down her face. However, she was baffled when her fingers came away dry. Could she have been so overwhelmed by panic that even tears eva

I laughed, pulling the tape from his mouth. His lips parted, trembling as he gasped for air, but no words came out but then when he finally spoke, I frowned. “I’m sorry, Beta Draven! Please, spare me—spare my life!” Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood dripping from his wounds. I sighed, tilting my head slightly, almost bored with the display.

My arms and chest were the most difficult thanks to all of the tattoos I've gotten over the years. As I carefully searched my chest, parting my hair to get a good look like one would do to a dog when looking for ticks, I noticed that the dragon on my chest seemed to look like it had large white-green tears coming from it's eyes, almost as if it had been crying and the tears dried on my skin. There were only three of them, but they were there all the same.

Brittany called when she got no reply and Bella just couldn't take it anymore, she broke down in tears and wrapped her arms around Brittany "I ..I...I...c.. can't t... take...it, h...he...will r...ruin m...me" she stuttered and Brittany frowned in confusion, she had never seen her friend this broken and hopeless and although, she did not know why her friend was crying, she found herself sniffing and burst into tears too

"You're hurting." Beth pressed her teeth into her lip and shifted her eyes toward the dark blue sky. She nodded, unable to get anything out for a moment. Tears burned her gaze, and she couldn't help but wonder how many more tears she would have to cry. It was a fucked up mistake to ask for help in the way she did. Everything that had gone wrong in her life felt somehow connected to that moment she asked for help.