Drowning In My Own Tears Novels & Stories

Disbelief and surprise filled his expression. He tried to stand, but his feet gave out from exhaustion. So, he crawled toward me, tears welling up in his eyes as he cried out, "Sierra, is that you? You came back! I knew you were lying to me… You would never leave me, right?"

Dread washed over me like a tidal wave as I realized the depths of the danger I was in. As the men finally exited the room, leaving me alone in the dimly lit space, I wrapped my arms around myself tightly, seeking solace in the warmth of my own embrace. Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked, each droplet a testament to the overwhelming fear and uncertainty that gripped my heart. There were countless reasons for my tears, each one a heavy burden weighing down on my soul.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

he was trapped in a memory, and for the first time since we had met again, I was the only one who could pull him out. I leaned in close to him, my voice a whisper that only he could hear. "I've got you," I murmured. "Just breathe." Callum glanced at me, his blue eyes wide and haunted. For a split second, the mask was gone completely, and I saw the terrified fifteen year old boy who had frozen in the water while I sank. I realized then that we were more alike than I had ever wanted to admit. We were both survivors of the same monster, bound together by a trauma that no amount of hate or sex could ever fully erase.

My room’s the best place for me to be right now, except, the black feels quite morbid; not as if colors would have a better effect. I feel like I’m deep in an ocean, where the glimpses of light from above have died away, and all that’s left is an all-around tenebrosity suffocating me even faster than the water. I suck in breath, tears burning at the sides of my eyes, tingling in my lungs, grafting to be let out. But I’ve told myself ‘Heidi, you’re not shedding one more tear on this matter’, so I’ll stand by that.

I gave up the chance to take over my family's business and spent ten whole years acting as a sports agent for my swimmer boyfriend, Nate. I stayed by his side from his early days to his rise to fame. He promised he would propose to me the day he won the world championship gold. The night of his victory dinner, I eagerly put on a wedding dress. I even invited all our close friends and family to the venue so they could witness the moment together. But as he stood under the spotlight, he looked right past me and his gaze landed on his younger teammate, Lexi, who was smiling brightly and clapping for him nearby. A reporter pushed through the crowd with a microphone and asked on the spot if h

now im here feeling like I am falling apart…… The tears falling down my face were burning my eyes as they poured out like rainfall from my aqua blue eyes I can’t do this anymore, I need to end this pain….I think to myself, heading to the kitchen, looking around I look to see what I can find to make this quick and easy…..there are a selection of knives, that could work….but that will be painful… and messy and not nice for mum or dad to walk into when they get home I think to myself, knowing that finding me dead is going to be hard enough for them as it is so I dismiss the idea of stabbing myself.

Every heartbreak, every disappointment, every piece of sadness I’ve harbored pours out in a river of tears. Cold, hard tile digs into the backs of my thighs as I drag in ragged breaths. I continue to let it all out until I can no longer feel anything. I manage to get back on my feet and stare into the mirror. My dress feels like it’s strangling me. Too tight. Too much. My throat burns from swallowing sobs and my smudged mascara continues to sting my eyes, making it worse. I press my palms against the cold sink, but it doesn’t steady me.

And as I lie on the cold hard floor, he takes me over and over again, tearing me apart as my tears form a little pool of despair. I wish I could die.

Unlucky is the exact word to use. The flood of tears flowed endlessly and I had no stamina to stop it. There is no way I would be able to get over this humiliation so easily. The more I tried to forget about it, the more there is a reminder of how horrible my life is. Leaning further into the bed, I let the tears fall freely. *********************** One month later