How To Draw Anime Tears Novels & Stories

Not broken. Just… holding onto love. As I drew, my chest started to feel tight. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I let them fall. Because for the first time in a long time… I wasn’t running from my feelings. I was letting them out. --- Hours passed without me noticing. When I finally stepped back, my hands were shaking. The drawing was simple… but it was real. Too real. I looked at it and whispered, “This is me…”

She drew herself smiling, and I'm pretty sure she even gave herself a hint of blush. She even drew me smiling. Which I was. I loved that dance. My eyes skimmed over every inch of that drawing, pausing once I noticed something in the bottom left corner. The colors were just a hint darker and the page was just noticeably wrinkled. Like it had gotten wet. But from what? She never had any sort of drink by her whenever she drew so the only other conclusion I could come to was tears. Why would she have been crying? My train of thought was quickly cut off by a knock at the door, causing me to sit straight up slam the sketchbook shut in surprise.

I took his drawing out of my bag and the tears that I had held back throughout the day fell stubbornly down my face. I didn't make a point of holding them back. They flowed uninterruptedly with my full permission, as if the fact that I had omitted them worsened the intensity of the silent weeping.

I gritted my teeth to distract me from the tears and blinked a few times rapidly to try to churn them away. My crying got heavier to where my chest started heaving. I got mad at myself for crying. It made me feel dramatic. Out of control. Tears fell onto the paper and blurred the ink. Fuck. I tried to blow on the wet spot to dry it, but more tears dripped from my eyes and fell onto the page and made it worse.

Her lips trembled. Sumire covered her mouth as tears slowly clouded her vision. She chewed on her lower lip, suppressing a sob to escape. Mort vividly saw how her eyebrows, ears, nose, and the corners of her eyes reddened. She was on the brink of tears. The maiden slowly step back away from him until she finally ran away from the basement when hot torrents of grief coursed down her face.

"How do I do it ?" I take the limp arm out of her hands and pull back the jacket sleeve. The blood vessels run like dark rivers under the skin in the moonlight. So tempting and vibrant. Gently I put a canine to the skin. With a quick jerk I draw a narrow tear in the skin, and the river of blood flows freely out of the wound. She needs no further encouragement. I can see how the metallic, captivating scent hits her nose, and she puts her lips over the tear. With a clear indication of pleasure, she sucks the liquid up.

Annie brought her hand to her mother’s face and slowly wiped her tears away with her thumb. Kara had no idea why but Annie’s gesture only made her cry more. “Please stop crying mom, I’m going to cry too.” It was clear that the little girl was heartbroken. Seeing that the more she wiped her mother’s tears, the more they kept falling. Annie excused herself and came back in a few minutes with a glass of water and a box of tissue. Kara thanked her as she accepted the tissue, wiping away the tears. “Have some water.”

My eyes skimmed over every inch of that drawing, pausing once I noticed something in the bottom left corner. The colors were just a hint darker and the page was just noticeably wrinkled. Like it had gotten wet. But from what? She never had any sort of drink by her whenever she drew so the only other conclusion I could come to was tears. Why would she have been crying? My train of thought was quickly cut off by a knock at the door, causing me to sit straight up slam the sketchbook shut in surprise. I guess deep down I knew I shouldn’t have been looking through it...

He paused, and after a few minutes, tears started streaming down his face. "Whatever. I just want to see your smile again, senpai," he sniffled, and I let out a sigh. His tears fell, and he quickly wiped them away. I wanted to hug him tightly, but I couldn't. So, I swiftly pulled my hand away from his grip and gently tapped his head. "Go home now," I said, turning away from him and walking briskly because if I looked back, I wouldn't be able to control myself from embracing him.

I bowed my head and cried even harder. "Make it stop." I cried softly, referring to no one in particular. "Please make it stop." I begged, tears were flowing freely. Then, a soft tender arm caressed my hand drawing circles around a particular spot. My eyes shot up immediately. I twinkled them a few times to get rid of the tears. After which, I could finally lift my head up.