Fighting Back The Tears Novels & Stories

Playing a game. ‘No.’ She closed her eyes and turned away as the tears fell. She pushed her hand into her stomach until it hurt, drew one quivering breath after another to pull herself back together. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t. Everything was caving in too fast. She tilted her head back and blinked. White sunlight stabbed her eyes as tears ran down her temples and into her hair.

A very stinking, roaring belch that was permeated with his bad breath. She was trying to breathe, but she couldn’t. Someone was clutching her throat, stopping her from taking full breaths. But there was no one, she wasn't being touched. Tears threatened to trickle down her eyes as she realized this might be a reminder of that incident. She fought back those tears, a sign of weakness. Was she really going to set off crying in the middle of an altercation? Still, she froze.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

My body wasn't safe around him because my wolf was starting to think for herself, nor was my heart. The farther I got away from him, the more my heart tore into shreds. "Don't cry, don't cry." I whispered to myself, while I fought hard to push my tears back in. "Please, don't…" I sniffed in my tears. I raised my right hand to my eyes and dabbed my tears with the back of my palm.

she grits out through clenched teeth, her rage palpable. She resorts to violence, hitting my shoulders when I don't budge. Her attacks don't faze me, thanks to my athletic build. Her blows aren't feeble, though. Her punches slow down, and she cracks up. Emotions overwhelm her face. Pain lances through my chest at the anguish etched on her face. She's struggling to maintain her icy mask, tears welling up in her eyes. She fights against my hold, desperate to escape before the tears fall.

“You’re my strength, Julian... Don’t forget that, okay?” “Um-hum,” I mumble, getting the kettle to boil the water, fighting back the tears as I struggle to add, “Go back to bed, babe... I’ll be right there.” “Okay, I’m waiting for you.” Her footsteps drive away until I’m completely silent… And I lean on the counter, both hands firmly on the marble, lowing my head, which hurts like hell, closing my eyes tightly and fighting these damn tears. Damn it... I need to hold it.

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.

I step back still looking at him and making distance between us . "So,you want to play this game right"! I wipe my tears "then GAME ON ." -----------------------------------------------------

" Maybe if you tried to put in some effort into our newfound relationship you may find things between us would be better." Then she moved away from him and she headed off to the backroom. Tears threatened to come out. She blinked them back. After grabbing a few items to put out on the floor and gathering her courage to rejoin the sales floor she was sure that the six trouble makers would have left. Instead, she saw them all still walking around. Though Jared looked kinda pissed off.

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?