Cue The Tears Novels & Stories

Did my past life do many unforgivable wrongdoings that I keep on suffering so much? Crostelia’s tears started running down her face after she asked herself questions that she doesn’t know when will be answered. As her hands were around her head and her body was a little bit cowering without her knowledge, her hair became a mess like a nest of birds hanging on a tree as her face got covered by it. Because of that, no one noticed how the liquid that fell from her eyes suddenly turned black—same as what happened to the white part of her eyes, they turned pitch black. Soon after, her waterline got coated in black as every time a new batch of tears fell on her face, the liquid would gather first

Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."

“I’m so full, oh GOD, I can’t, it’s too, OH—” “You can.” Craig holds my face. Thumbs wiping the tears streaming down my cheeks. “Our good girl can take everything. Breathe.”

I giggled, and the next thing that happened shocked me more. Tears cascaded down his cheeks like a stormy rainfall. With each sob that escaped his lips, the weight of his anguish filled the room, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of grief. The sound of his cries echoed through the empty spaces, a haunting melody of pain and loss that reverberated in the silence. In that moment, he was not just shedding tears; he was releasing a torrent of emotions long held captive, letting the raw vulnerability of his tears speak the words his voice could not utter.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

His arms went around his mother as he continued to cry, and she held him tightly, rocking him gently as she rubbed his back, all the while holding back her own tears. "I'm so sorry..." My eyes slowly opened. I looked down at my lap while blinking, and I felt tears running down the side of my face. A hand touched my cheek, and I turned to face Cole. "Hey," he said softly as he used his thumb to wipe away my tears, "you don't have to cry for me." I gave a sad laugh and placed my hand over his. "I know." I squeezed it gently, and the tears fell. "But I can't help it."

She struggled to maintain composure, fighting back tears that threatened to spill over and betray the turmoil within. "J- Just let me know when you're leaving. Visit me, Kuya," she managed, her voice quivering slightly with unspoken emotions. Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, sought his gaze once more, pleading silently for reassurance amidst the impending parting. Caleb's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of affection and concern. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions stirring within him. He gently pulled her closer into his embrace, enveloping her in the warmth of his presence and the strength of his arms.

Caelan raised the bed so Jade could recline comfortably, then passed her a glass of water. The mention of the Severins brought tears to Jade's eyes once more. Big drops streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the water and lending it a bitter, salty taste. She drank the water quickly, swallowing hard to conceal her vulnerability from Caelan. With each gulp, she fought to suppress her tears. Setting the empty glass on the table, she wiped away her tears and nonchalantly said, "Is that so?"

Flynn burst into tears. The six-foot-tall man curled up in pain. He lowered his head slightly, letting his tears flow uncontrollably. Queenie fixed her gaze on a nearby patch of wilted grass. I stayed with her and watched Flynn cry. His eyes had reddened from crying. "Queenie, can I hug you for the last time?" He stretched out his hands, his eyes full of expectation. His tears blocked his vision, but he stubbornly refused to wipe them away.

It was an indescribable and profound sentiment, coursing through her veins and making her soul soar. She quickly averted her face, attempting to brush away the solitary tear that cascaded down her cheek. However, her father's perceptive gaze caught the glimpse of her vulnerability. Concern etched upon his features, he questioned her gently, "What happened, dear? Why are you crying? Is something amiss?"