Every Tear Novels & Stories

Abran stands and walks towards me, stopping as he reaches out to place a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Be well” I nod as a lone tear escapes down my face as he walks out the door and out of my life for the last time. I turn and walk towards the bathroom, remembering my towel this time. As soon as I turn on the shower, my tears begin to fall. Masked by the shower I fall to the bottom and weep. I grieve for the life I thought I was going to have, for the girl who spent years trying to make herself something she isn’t. I don’t know how long I have been sitting on the floor of the shower crying, but my tears have finally run dry when I hear a soft knock on the door. “Amelia” I instantly k

Leon::"I mean I never understood why do people cry.Do we cry to heal ourselves ? Do we cry simply to shed a tear ? Or is it just because we can ? Or because a certain person is not there ? " Ariadne::"You sound like a poet." Leon::"Well I write sometimes." Ariadne::"I think the point to cry out is for help and warmth and care.It is a sign of our bodies finally breaking down from so much pain that we cannot bear.I think tears are just pain in liquid form." Leon::"Oh ! intense talk.I am done with the calls let's go now."

I don't like our closeness. Go away from me... Far away from me... Please don't be the reason for my tears again. A tear came out of my eyes and I fell back on the bed weeping my tears. But the stupid tears didn't hear me. They like me so much that they never leave me alone.

This is me owning up to my shi9t and trying to work past it, so we have a future. Ana nods and I see tears forming. Fu8ck, what do I do with that? I wipe at her eyes with my thumbs. "Don't cry, sweetheart. Why are you crying? No, no, no. Stop baby, I'm sorry I won't say it again, whatever it is, just please don't cry." I'm starting to panic because her tears keep flowing. Between small sobs she says the sweetest thing. "These are happy tears, Oscar, mi amor. Te amo."

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

The tears were a release, a cathartic outpouring of all the feelings he had suppressed for so long. Taylor closed his eyes, his heart still racing from the intensity of his run. The memories of their friendship and the years of separation collided within him, creating a whirlwind of emotions that left him both raw and relieved. He had cried for D'Andre, for their lost time, for the weight of unspoken words that had burdened him.

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

Then tears streamed down her stunning face. A gasp escaped Fiona’s lips, and her eyes were wide in disbelief at the cruelty of Preston leaving his new bride alone at Home Affairs. Fiona hugged her best friend tightly with tears brimming in her eyes and said, “I am so sorry, my dearest Brooklyn. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Why didn’t you call me after that heartless man abandoned you? I would have come and picked you up.”

I snatched the teacup away from his lips and smashed it onto the floor. I said, "Let's get things straight. Firstly, my money didn't fall out of the sky. I don't mind if she spends it on herself, but you know better than I do where my money actually goes. I'm not stupid. I don't have extra cash to spend on a homewrecker who can't even figure out his own role. "And secondly, you know exactly why Rosalind and I fight. Whether you're here to make peace or stir things up, you'd know best. And my tea is expensive. It's not something you're worthy to drink."

The tears, once foreign and strange, now flowed freely, washing away the facade of invulnerability, exposing the rawness of his emotional landscape. He would not deny himself this catharsis any longer. The tears were not a sign of weakness, but rather a testament to his humanity. They were a reminder that even in a world of gears and calculations, the capacity for love, loss, and longing remained. And so, he let them fall, his emotions pouring forth like a torrential rain, cleansing his metallic shell and nourishing his fragile spirit.