Novel & Cerita Her Tears Are His Weakness

I immediately rushed to wipe it off but she shook her head. "Contrary to what everyone says, tears are not a sign of weakness. Instead it only means that you feel things deeply. Your life has not been the most perfect the past few years and only the blind would pretend like it didn't hurt him." Her words continued to stretch into my heart, twisting and turning, almost as though I was before a surgeon who was making a new heart.

Aaron let the hopeless tear run down his eyes. "I-I don't know how you did it, how you handle my ignorance, how you cope with my coldness－but love, I can't. I can't handle it, it's so hard, so painful. It's tearing me apart." He reached down and placed his one hand on Grace's waist gently and another on her face caressing her cheek bone. "You're so strong even as a girl you proved me wrong, you proved me weak . You proved how you carry yourself, how you never lose your strength even after getting treated badly by me." "I lost in love..." he sniffed.

“I fucking hate showing weakness like this, but you’re my mate, so I can’t exactly hide this side of me from you.” I draw my hands up to his face, wiping his tears away, and my heart shatters at how he stiffens at my touch. “This isn't weakness. I turned to another man because of my fear and self-doubt; that is weakness.” I say and shake my head.

His pain was so cruelly painful that even if he tried with his everything to control it , it's pain still held the power of over taking him in every possible way infront of her because still after every single things her tears affected him way too much more than he was capable of controlling . Because her tears were his only weakness but he didn't want to be weak again in front of her and heart . So with a heavy sigh he marched out from that room without looking back at her for even once who just gazed at his retracting figure and the door behind him got closed leaving like everything and everyone . And making her totally empty just like from the past 7 years her eyes burnt up with tears w

“All these thoughts… it’s okay. You’re not a mess.” “I am,” I whispered. “You’re perfect,” he said firmly. “I love you just the way you are. You don’t have to be tougher than your body allows. Showing emotions… crying when you need to… that’s strength. Not weakness. You just don’t see it yet. You are smart, strong, beautiful, and more than enough.” “If that’s strength… why don’t you have it? Why don’t you cry?” He goes still. Then murmurs “I try,”

“You deserve better, yes, but I want to prove to you that I can be a better man for you.” Tears roll down his face. He does not even try to wipe them away, to try and hide them from me, to show me that he is strong. The man who stand in support me shows me that he is weak, that his vulnerability has finally taken over his actions and the way that he feels. Perhaps, though, there is strength in weakness. There is strength in showing me that he can break as well, that the once perfect exterior that he once wore is now cracked. He is cracked and shattered just like me. It is a familiar sight to behold.

he said flatly "Then go ahead." His words were cold and emotionless. "You'll make it a few steps before you collapse" he continued. "Maybe you'll bleed out. Or maybe something worse finds you first. Either way, you die. Do you know why? because you're weak. And weakness kills." Tears rushed to my eyes. I turned my face away from his not wanting him to know his words were affecting me. "Leave!" He snapped coldly. "I hate weak women." I bit my lip to keep from crying, but it didn't work.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, tears streaking down his face. He’d always felt tears showed his weakness and made him less of a man. It was drummed into his head over and again as a child, and he still struggled with the concept, always hiding his emotions from most people. I thought it showed how strong he truly was when he allowed his tears to show. He had never been as handsome or as sexy as he was in that very moment. Emotional, open, and filled with love for his girls. For us. For me. “I’m leaking too, baby girl,” I murmured, wiping away my tears. “Today is a happy day.”

She knew she had become that requirement of his, which no one and nothing could replace. Many moments later, he finally pulled back. Allura saw him wiping his eyes while keeping his eyes lowered, like he just remembered he had no right to show his weakness to anyone. But who made him believe that tears were a sign of weakness? For her, tears were the most powerful strength a human could possess, because they held the power of lightening the heaviness of the soul. After wiping his eyes, Zace stood up on his feet.

“Because I don't feel strong right now. I feel like I am falling apart… and it is quite embarrassing that I'm letting you see it.” His eyes darkened, and his hand moved to my cheek, brushing another stray tear away. “Your tears are not a sign of weakness. It's a way for your mind and soul to cleanse themselves. Sometimes it is better to cry. There's nothing you should feel embarrassed about.” His cool fingers brushed the feverish skin on my cheek again. “And even if you fall apart, I will be here to collect your pieces and put them back together.” My blurred-by-tears eyes locked on his icy-blue ones. I felt the crack penetrating the walls I built. They finally fell down. And then… I allowed