Crying Eye Drawing Novels & Stories

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Tabitha’s POV We take turns sketching across the stone wall, passing the marker back and forth. We layer over each other’s drawings like we’re trying to outdo the last. Reed snickers while drawing an alien with three eyes and a meteor shaped like a dick. And then, there’s also something he claims is a “space wolf,” which I honestly think is quite cute. It’s the only decent thing he drew. We keep laughing until my stomach hurts and I’m wiping tears from my eyes. I lean over the narrow window to catch my breath.

He went back down and I focused on the drawing, sketching all the way to his butt which was the only thing I was able to capture exactly as it was. I went down to his eyes next and tried to draw that smile that had been on his face before highlighting his plump lips. I drew uneven circles around him to represent the water he was in and give it a finer finishing. I was about to close my book when a drop of water hit the edge, what the hell? I looked up to check if it was about to rain when I saw familiar eyes that I just finished drawing looking at me with amusement dancing around them. Everything in my world froze up and he stayed there staring at me, how did he get out of the water and I di

I’d hardly taken any notes today, in fact, but as I’d been thinking, I’d been drawing mindlessly, too. Scrawled on my page in smudged black biro was my own face. I’d barely registered drawing it. It was cartoony, with lips that were even bigger than my real ones, and doe eyes that were looking up at nothing. My lashes were long, casting spider-leg shadows down my cheeks. One side of my face was dark, and the other was shining in the light. I scribbled over it, forcing my pen so firmly into the paper that it began to tear. My vision became blurred as I dragged the pen through the notepad, and then I jumped when a hand was laid on my arm.

The crayon remained in her hand, with the tip pointing downward, trembling slightly in the air. Jenny wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve. The fabric of her suit scratched her skin, producing a slight “squeak” as it moved across her eyes. The tears were wiped away, but new ones welled up at the lower edge of her eyes. They flowed down along the same path as before, past her cheekbones and lips, and dropped onto the drawing paper, creating a second wet circle on the butterfly’s right wing. “It’s okay,” said Jenny. Her voice came from deep within her throat; every consonant was softened by tears. “Auntie just—”

Lilith scolded, gently. “Right.” Returning to the search bar, I refined my parameters. I typed in crying babies. These results were much harder to look at. But this was just what I needed. I took in each sad face and every shed tear. A few minutes later, I returned to standing. Closing my eyes, I imagined a baby, face contorted in fear and pain, with tears streaming down its face. When I opened my eyes, there it was. My breath left me like I’d been punched.

"I don't know how you could ever doubt my feelings for you. I act a complete fool around you half the time." I laugh a teary gurgle and embarrassingly wipe away the trail of emotions running down my cheeks. My heart feels so full it is officially overflowing. "Are you crying?" Nate's hands come up to hold my face and his thumbs erase the tears escaping my eyes. "Why are you crying?"

Cody's Pov ___________ "Beautiful…" I muttered. My pen scratched the drawing surface lightly as I finalized the edges of her lips. I sank into the chair, looking at the result of my drawing. I felt satisfied… I hadn't stopped thinking about her face over and over again and bringing it to life impressed me. I was stuck at drawing just her eyes for a long time, but now, there was progress in my sketch. It looked exactly like her…Kaliya.

Alice explained. Looking at the picture, Denise saw a little girl with black hair and blue eyes wearing a pink dress. Above her head was a rainbow, and in the corner above it was a little angel with blond hair and dark eyes. “What a beautiful drawing, Alice. Is it from some cartoon you watched?” she asked, a tear running down her face. She didn't know why, but something about that drawing touched her deeply.

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