Blood Sweat & Tears Hi De Ho 소설 & 이야기

Tears are falling off my eyes, and I start to whimper. "N... Are you crying? Why are you crying? I hope you're not crying for David because he doesn't deserve anyone's tears or sympathy." She tells me. "I'm not crying for him. I'm crying because life is so hard. Being black and a vampire has not been an easy journey for me. It still hurts that my parents lost their lives because of racism. Why must we have to suffer the most? This life is so cruel and unfair!" I wailed, venting out my frustration.

I walk close to her and wake her up. “Hey, wake up. What’s happening to you?!” I can’t call her by her name. I still don’t know what’s her name. When she wakes up. She suddenly hugs me and does not care–I am half naked. She cried aloud down my chest. Her tears mix up the water on my body from the shower. HANA’S Point of View

she said , her cheeks were tomato red . " why are you looking so dull? I took you , expecting that it will make you happy?" Arhaan asked trying to take her mind off the foot massage. Hoor looked at him with her big grieved eyes , as if asking him to see everything in them, she won't be able to say it . "You trust me? " Arhaan asked on a whisper .Hoor quickly nodded her head but tears started filling her eyes . Arhaan pulled her closer " what's wrong , angel? " he asked cupping her face . She was practically sitting in his lap, now .

"DAMN IT!" Hayden approached the lifeless body sprawled on the cold ground, while Miracle stood silently nearby, consumed by an overwhelming sense of defeat unlike anything she had felt before. A wave of guilt washed over her as her gaze fell upon the horrific wound carved into his chest—flesh torn open, ribcage dislocated—tightening her heart with a suffocating weight. Crouching, she outstretched her trembling hand to the boy. "What are we going to do about this, Hayden?" She struggled to choke back tears. "I-Is he going to be all right?"

My tears can't stop. "Need a handkerchief?"

Both of his hands are full of sliced cuts. May mga natuyong dugo pa, yung iba ay mga luma na na tila ba ay higit pa sa buwan ito kung pagmasdan. I can’t help my tears to fall as I reached for the kit to aid him. I can sense his panic while I still continue to aid him. “H-hey, why are you crying?” hindi makatatakas sa boses niya ang sakit, hindi ko alam para saan.

She woke up and heard someone near her crying softly. Almost like they were trying not to cry. Her mind was hazy and she tried to think of what had happened. Where was she? Why was she here? Who is crying? " Please....Please don't hate me." Came a very soft gentle voice. Then it was gone and so was the crying. The whole room was now silent.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

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.

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth