Happy Tears Handkerchief Novels & Stories

Not acceptable for his daughter to cry in such a small matter. She grabbed my hand more solidly as she saw Jack drown in the ocean. I felt sorry for her. She really was sad about the tragic end. Her eyes were full of tears and she was continuously wiping tears with her hands. Her whole face was a mess, but I found her more beautiful in that mess. I pulled the handkerchief from my pocket and gave it to her. Still, her tears were flooding continuously. Some moment ago, I found her funny when she was crying over the movie.

It's really not suited for him to be a thug or be in a mob world. He stop when he saw me. I immediately wipe my tears using the hem of my clothes. After seconds, I spotted a pair of martin boots in front of me, he then handed me a handkerchief. A white handkerchief. I chuckle while staring at his white handkerchief. "W-Why? Is it dirty?"

His clothes were ripped, blood crusted along his side, scratches all over his chest. He took a step toward me. "Stop," I said, holding out my hand without thinking. "Just don’t. Stay back." He froze. And for the first time since I met his eyes, Kieran actually looked... hurt. Not physically. Not from the fight or whatever that had been. But in his eyes. It was like he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but I could see it—the way his jaw tensed, the flicker of something vulnerable in his face before he looked away.

“I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get all emotional. You’re the one who’s hurt, and I’m here crying like a fool..” “It’s okay,” he said gently. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and held it out to me. “Here,” he added softly. “Wipe your tears. I’m fine.” I looked at the handkerchief, then back at him. My hands shook as I took it. And I wiped my tears away, still sitting on the floor beside the man I couldn’t understand, couldn’t control, and yet couldn’t help but care for with everything in me. I tucked the white handkerchief into the pocket of my gown, still sniffling softly. “I’ll give this back after I wash it.”

All the sadness and pain I saw, crushed me like a giant wave consuming every last bit of my soul. Some how amongst all the tears and gasping for the air my lungs despertaley yurned for, I was able to speak three tiny words " Ian, I'm sorry." I whsipered. His hold on me tightened as he pulled me closer, setting me onto his lap. My bedroom was drowned in heartache as Michelle and Shawns muffled cries bounced off the walls joining Ian and I in our sorrow. Time seemd to slow down in these seconds as Ian and I held each other desperately. I was afraid of what this might mean for us. Would we still be able to be friends or would jealousy rule our hearts, knowinng what we once ment to each other. W

The tears that I was controlling earlier started crawling down from my lashes I bowed down and kissed his tombstone " Hey are you alright?" I felt a hand rubbing my back " Ye—yes, I'm sorry, I'm crying again" I said and wiped my tears " How long have you been there?" I asked him " 5 minutes" He answered " It's his birthday today right?" He asked " Yes, I'm sorry Jordan I know you've done so many things to help me to move on but I still can't my heart still aches whenever I think of him, I.." I stopped talking when he held my hands and hugged me tight

It beats faster and faster with each passing second. “But she's not here, Leo. And what if my so-called second chance mate rejects me?” My loud and alarming voice was now barely above a whisper. He moved closer with a little, but soft and warm smile on his face. He handed me his handkerchief to get rid of the drop of tears that had trailed down my cheeks. I didn't realize I had dropped that until he handed me his knitted handkerchief. Just a drop and I felt my heart shattering. After so many years, I never imagined there'd be more tears, not to even talk of a drop.

I still couldn’t find it. There was no way I was going to take another one. When Hayes saw that I didn’t move, he let out a quiet sigh, clearly losing patience. Then he leaned over and pushed the handkerchief into my hand. “Don’t let your tears get all over my car,” he said flatly. “I don’t like germs.” “…Okay.” My voice came out thick but shaky. I wiped my face with the handkerchief, trying to calm down. “I’ll wash it and return it this time,” I muttered.

It was as if he could feel my pain as if he understood me better than anyone else. And eventually, the tears subsided. I swear, I must look like a mess right now. I wanted to say sorry for giving him such an unpleasant sight. But I didn’t even know where to begin apologizing. Should I start by acknowledging that I cried over another man in front of him? But before I could say anything, Nox spoke up. “Here, use this,” he said. In front of me was a handkerchief. A yellow handkerchief with a three-leaf clover design.

My body shook vigorously with sobs as I clutched the paper tightly. My heart ached so badly. I wanted to be with Dad so much. I missed him. I cried, the tears never stopping for one second and the pain never leaving my heart. Mr Smith handed me a handkerchief from his pocket which I gladly accepted. I probably looked crazy. “I’m so sorry, Miss Hart.” He apologized, his once stoic face holding pity. I sniffled, wiping the tears from my eyes which was useless because they just kept on streaming down my face.