Fighting Back The Tears Novels & Stories

What the hell is wrong with him? As I slump on the bed, the tears I've been fighting back finally find their way down my cheeks, and I didn't bother to stop it anymore, because it hurts so much. It's the only way I can tell the world how pained I am, so why fight it back?

EVA My face stung and I blinked quickly, desperately trying to stem the tears that had filled my eyes, threatening to make an appearance. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. I told myself I would not show these people that I was weak by crying in front of them, but as I saw the satisfactory looks on their faces, the smiles and hollers, and the pity on some, it felt like I was fighting a loosing battle. What had I even done to them?

Everything was back to how it was previously. Instead of doing anything, Miracle got under her blanket and let her tears wet her pillow. She didn't understand why, but the lady's pain felt like her own, pressing heavily on her heart.

I whispered shakily as the first tear rolled down my face. “I know and I’m scared too” she replied back with the tears still glistening in her eyes “Papa said to stay strong but I couldn’t” “It’s not something you could have fought Khione. You and I know that perfectly well” “I tried Kiara. I did but you can’t fight for something you’ve already lost” “Yes, but you can fight for what is ahead of you and I am going to be there every step of the way” “No, you can’t. This is my battle”

"No, I can't let this happen." The tears stopped flowing and my resolve became cold and unyielding. I couldn't just back down. I couldn't let them win. My fight had shifted beyond myself to take back my existence and reveal their grotesque lies. The initial action I understood I needed to take was to tear down their meticulously created reality.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

My eyes burned, and I blinked rapidly, refusing to cry. No, but the tears came rushing down my eyes

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

I reached out and brushed my hand across her cheek, wiping away the tear clinging there. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice high with panic. She blinked at me, a little stunned. “I’m not crying anymore, I swear,” she added with a sniffle trying to sound brave. I tightened my grip on her shoulder. “Tears of grief!” I shouted. The moment I named it, the tear shimmered with power. The pain she had felt, the heartbreak, the fear of losing me it transformed into a luminous barrier of water between us and the dark flames.