Every Tear Mga Nobela at Kwento

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

A small slither of happiness wraps around my heart, and yet I still can't stop the tears from falling. "Thank you." He whispers out, like those two words were the hardest thing to ever say in his life. Shock overcomes my body as my head shoots up to look at him, my vision slightly blurry from the tears. We just stare at one another no words between the two of us. As he wipes my tears from my cheeks, Alessandro's palm rises up to cup my cheek, warmth soaking into the skin there. His steely eyes meet my green ones. Time appears to have stopped, leaving only Alessandro and myself.

… Rian finished washing clothes, relaxed on the sofa, she wore a funny strawberry print outfit, her expression was beautiful from any angle. Her fair skin was riddled with suspicious red marks, Rian just glanced at it and ignored it because she didn't care too much, she was watching the news on TV, which officials bribed, which shops opened, She stopped at a remarkable news. The founder of the technology kingdom Iris Larey, the leading billionaire in the technology field. In TV, a very prominent man walks in the middle of the red carpet, his hair is meticulously styled and luxurious, his eyes are as sharp as a falcon, every time he turns his eyes, he attracts women, his face is cold, beautif

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.

I stood silently crying in front of the single stall restroom, the door was locked and there were no windows. For the past hour I had been trying to convince myself that Adam really didn’t mean what he’d said in a bad way, I mean maybe I was being too loud and obnoxious. He most likely meant to save me from further humiliation on my birthday. With a sad smile I gazed on at my hunched over reflection, my teary eyes barely able to make out the black streaks running down my face but not blurry enough to cover up how red my cheeks were.

, he grunted out while running his fingers in his hair and fisting them frustratingly. "Like some possessive boyfriend!", I deadpanned and wiped at my cheeks, wiping away the first tear which managed to flow down my left cheek. Damn you tears! That's one thing about me. Every time I'm angry, my eyes would unconsciously tear up and no matter how much I try to hold those tears in, they would show up. "That's because I am your boyfriend!", he bellowed, as if he had to yell to prove this. I'm really not deaf, you know?

Lizandra I could barely close my eyes all night, and I couldn't say I woke up. As a result of the terrible night of tossing and turning in bed, shedding rivers of tears, I was now feeling terrible. It's as if a tractor ran over my body, leaving me completely sore. Nothing gets resolved with tears, and I wish I wouldn't cry every time things get out of control. In other words, constantly. But it's impossible not to realize that I've become a big crybaby, weak, and now also a traitor.

Whether realized or not, round eyes with curled feathers are dripping with a clear liquid called tears. His memory is back in view of recent events where throughout the last night he just stayed and cried. Crying over his family's situation that seemed no longer harmonious for a reason and it made him a little moaning miris. How a family built up over the years has all gone awry with just the presence of a third person. The love that his parents built up over the years had to end up being an idiotic thing not to be missed in the blink of an eye due to the presence of a third person in their lives.

I assured him but my voice wasn’t getting on his ears or I could say that he doesn’t want to listen to my voices anymore. And suddenly after a long rage on his eyes I could see the tears rolling down his eyes. The tear which the world rarely saw and knew about. The tears which was more expensive than any other jewels in the whole world. Those tears are priceless. “You’re tearing?” I asked as I lifted my hands to his face to reach his face to wipe off his tears but he turned his face away from me.

"Now. Close your eyes. Feel the Tear." I did. It was there. Always there. A massive presence in the back of my mind. "Don't fight it," Thea instructed. "Just observe. What does it feel like?" "Cold. Heavy. Like... like drowning in a frozen ocean." "Good. That's your perception of it. The Tear isn't actually cold—you're making it cold because you fear it. Now. Try to feel it differently. What if it wasn't an ocean? What if it was something you could use?"