How To Draw Anime Tears Novels & Stories

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...

I closed my eyes tight and tried to shake my head. “Stop it. Please stop it” I pleaded. Even with my eyes closed I could feel some tears forming behind the lids. A hand collided with the side of my face, forcing my forehead to bang against the steel bar that was holding it down. I opened my eyes again and the tears fell. He laughed. He sounded both happy and really creepy. “Are those tears?” he chuckled and wiped his finger over the wet streak on my cheek, “No!” I screamed,

His embraced are tight and warmed but it felt heavy, painful and yearning than usual. Yui looked at them in confused. This child has no idea what was happening. Noticing the pearly tears that falling on her Mother's almond and bluish eyes, he raised up his arm and tenderly wipes the tears with his thumb, "Why mama is crying? Don't cry…" lips are curving downward.

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,

" A few tears roll down his face, but he makes no movement to wipe them away or look away from me. My heart feels like there are a thousand needles being inserted to it, every inch of it being stabbed. I'm at a loss of words, so I just stare into his eyes, registering every emotion out in the open for me to see. Anguish, love, heartbreak, and fear. All of them just swim in the tears in his eyes. I don't say anything. Instead, I just cup his face and kiss every inch of it, his tears salty on my tongue, but I don't stop. After an eternity, I finally rest my forehead against his. His tears have stopped, and his eyes are closed. I know for a fact that he isn't fully better, but he's holding on t

"I'm okay, Baby. Please don't cry anymore, alright?" Byan gently wiped away the tears streaming from Kia's tired, brown eyes. The girl hadn’t stopped crying, her tears flowing uncontrollably since earlier—an overwhelming mix of relief and lingering shock. "I-I can’t... can’t stop, Byan. My tears... they just keep falling..." The girl, with her long hair disheveled from crying, was still sobbing when Byan pulled her close into his arms. Kia instantly wrapped her arms around his waist, seeking comfort.

Another cry tore free from her, sharp and broken, echoing off the concrete walls. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for air, eyes snapping up to meet mine. Her jaw clenched hard, muscles trembling, tears rolling freely down her cheeks now. Real tears. She opened her mouth as if to speak again—then thought better of it. Her lips pressed together, her head slowly slumping forward as whatever strength she had left abandoned her. My lips pressed into a hard line as my gaze dragged from her face to her bandaged legs, now soaked through, blood steadily seeping out, dripping onto the floor beneath her.

The crayon remained in her hand, with the tip pointing downward, trembling slightly in the air. Jenny wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve. The fabric of her suit scratched her skin, producing a slight “squeak” as it moved across her eyes. The tears were wiped away, but new ones welled up at the lower edge of her eyes. They flowed down along the same path as before, past her cheekbones and lips, and dropped onto the drawing paper, creating a second wet circle on the butterfly’s right wing. “It’s okay,” said Jenny. Her voice came from deep within her throat; every consonant was softened by tears. “Auntie just—”

I added. Cries broke not too far from me. It was Noah. It began with soft hums, and his head jerking back and forth at every hiccup that gripped him. He bit on his lip, with his eyes pressing shut to clear his blurry vision. Then after a few seconds, his lips parted and the sound became louder. Tears rolled down his cheeks. My throat burned yet my face was expressionless. I curled my fingers into fists, my nails digging deep into my skin. At every wail my nails dug deeper until a warm liquid rolled down my hands. I took a quick glance to see blood.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her brows furrowing as she sought to convey her firm resolve. "D'Andre, that's enough. I don't have any love left for you," she retorted. D'Andre's voice trembled, and a single tear welled up in his eye, catching the light as it threatened to escape. He blinked it back, refusing to let it fall, but the pain in his gaze was palpable. His body tensed as he stood, his posture reflecting a mixture of vulnerability and determination.