Novel & Cerita How Can You Cry Blood

My heart breaks, the pieces falling through my body like shards of glass, tearing me up inside and devastating me all over again as I clutch my heart and I sob my eyes out. “Oh Luna I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry your going through this my love” Her arms Wrap around me, I turn into the hug and I cry into her shoulder for I’m not sure how long but by the time I’m done I pull away hiccuping. A look of horror crosses my features when I realise I had saturated Evelyns clothes in blood “Oh my gosh your covered” I tell her trying to stop more tears from falling, she frowns shaking her head

I rushed to him and went straight to the point. "I need your blood,it's urgent, please."I told him crying hoping my tears would have a way into his heart just like they do to Liam. "What!That is insane,what do you even mean."He asked.It was okay for him to ask I mean, nobody can just give out their blood just like that. "My baby had an accident,she is bleeding almost to death, please help me,I would do anything."I cried bitterly to him.I wished I never said those words,but my baby was dying.He held my hand."Come down,I will help you."

Both of his hands are full of sliced cuts. May mga natuyong dugo pa, yung iba ay mga luma na na tila ba ay higit pa sa buwan ito kung pagmasdan. I can’t help my tears to fall as I reached for the kit to aid him. I can sense his panic while I still continue to aid him. “H-hey, why are you crying?” hindi makatatakas sa boses niya ang sakit, hindi ko alam para saan.

The kind that made her own eyes sting just from hearing them. And then she felt it. She pulled back slightly and looked at his face. Blood. His tears were blood. Rita had heard of this, had read it once in one of the books in the library he let her use. Vampires didn’t cry often. It took something enormous to make them cry. A heartbreak so heavy it pushed past their centuries of numbness. And when they did, they wept blood. She swallowed, her throat tight as she wiped his face with the towel still in her hand. Her palm came away red.

I felt like someone was beating my body. I tried to break free from the beat, but I felt a shackle around my body, trapping me and making me a captive of hell. I shook my head, feeling a fire slowly burn through my fur. My fur, which was white like pure, was turning black due to how quickly the fire burned me. I could not feel tears. But I felt something liquid coming out of my eyes. I realized it was blood! I was crying blood.

You can see strands of it laying all over area. One of the eyeballs is missing, the socket looks like a deep black hole sitting on their face. It gives you a creepy feeling; almost like you could see deep in the soul. It’s eye is laying over to the side while the other is hanging loose out of the socket, blood leaking out of the tear ducts, almost as if the person was crying blood before they succumbed to the fatality of their wounds. The blood runs down the face, in a tear streak path, that leads past the nose to the mouth.

Mу tears аrе thе ѕnоttу type of сrуіng that lеаvеѕ уоur face red аnd уоur еуеѕ swollen. Sо much fоr сrуіng those lady-like, gеntlе tеаrѕ. I’vе nеvеr been grасеful іn mу grief. Anger аnd snot; thаt’ѕ mу ѕtуlе nоnе of those dеlісаtе еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ оf аnguіѕh. I juѕt соllарѕе аnd I саn’t ѕtор іt frоm hарреnіng аgаіn nоw. “Carrie, it’s оk. Juѕt hold оn, I’ll be there soon.”

As panic tightened its grip around my chest, I frantically examined my body, searching for any sign of injury. And then, I looked down at my legs, and horror washed over me like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. Blood streamed down my legs, staining my torn garments and pooling around my feet. My mind raced, trying to comprehend the unthinkable. How could this be happening? Was this a manifestation of the pain I felt inside? Tears welled in my eyes as I cried out in disbelief, the sound of my voice echoing through the desolate night. "No! This can't be happening!" I shouted, my voice laced with anguish.

Do I have to get my tears on his would for him to come back to life? Even thinking about it sounds ridiculous, but it’s worth a chance. After all, he can’t be any more dead than he already is. I grab hold of the knife and yank it out. It feels so gross sliding out, but the sound it makes, a wet, squishing sound, is even worse. It’s not hard for me to continue to cry. I just lean down close to his wound and let my tears roll onto his broken, bleeding flesh. The blood is only leaking out slowly now, and I imagine that’s probably because my brother’s heart is either no longer beating at all or the beats are so shallow, they aren’t doing anything to move the blood through his veins.

I started to say but a fit of cough overtook my throat. My eyes watered from the pain of coughing. I cried more as I noticed a pool of blood from where I stood on all falls coughing. I was coughing blood.My baby. I screamed internally. Please don't let anything Happen to my baby moon goddess. I prayed silently.