If Tears Could Talk Novels & Stories

Tears of joy left my eyes. “Nate,what is it? Talk to me.”

he’d doted on for so many years. He downed a whole bottle of dragon pulque in one go, then suddenly saw the photo in the bin. He immediately picked it up and wiped it clean. In the photo, Noxivira wasn’t looking at the artist, but tilting her head just slightly, gazing warmly up at him beside her. Staring blankly at it, Morpheus suddenly buried his face in his hands, tears trembling through his fingers. He had once sworn to lead her out of that frozen cage. He never imagined he’d be the one to shove her into hell.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sarah quickly wipe at the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes with the back of her sleeve. “You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you all this,” she said, finally turning to face me. I didn’t answer. My brows simply pulled together into a deep frown. Of course I was wondering. This conversation had come completely out of nowhere, and honestly, I didn’t have the emotional strength to carry someone else’s grief when I was already drowning in my own. “I’ve always known Theo liked you,” she said. The moment his name left her lips, my body instinctively tensed, already bracing myself for an accusation.

The tears spill before I can stop them—hot, helpless. “That’s why I told you to leave me alone,” I manage, my voice raw and thin. Lior sighs, running a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. “And how do you expect me to do that? Look at you, Lila. You’re crying. And you expect me to just walk away and pretend it’s nothing? You know I can’t do that.” I blink through tears, my shoulders trembling. “That’s exactly why you should stay away,” I snap. “Because how I feel—or why I’m crying—shouldn’t mean anything to you.”

The tears rolled down her cheeks; tears of agony. "I don't know for how long I would be doing this," She kept talking. "You need to relax. Stop crying." Mason had finally found his tongue. "Life can be so unpredictable. Sometimes things happen and we find ourselves without the ability to control them. But one day this will end. And you will be free." Becky looked at the white man. He was among the few people in this country who speak English. And was always friendly. They arrived at Dennis' house and he bid Mason goodbye. She would meet him again in the evening.

“FEROCIOUS TIGER!” Quan was sure the neighboring class was not earless. Dark History started only fifteen minutes ago and is as chaotic as it is now. For the gods' sake, she loved Mr. Kei and his Dark History. However, couldn't they put an end to this energy-intensive event? “Silver Nation?” Mr. Kei asked again. The stomps of fifty-two students. “FIERCE LIKE A WOLF!” “Black Nation?” “Deadly.” The disciples said the latter in low voices and serious expressions, before they sat back down. The sight would have looked a little scary if Mr. Kei did not laugh and then clapped his hands. However, it turned out that the teacher is not done yet.

My eyes flooded with tears, and I tried to keep it at bay but it was useless. If John saw me crying right now, he’d tell me, “Only girls cry Joe.” Then I’d push him and say “You’ve cried before too! So that makes you a girl!” We’d laugh and head to the theater room to watch a movie. It pained me to know that we would never get to do that again.

With that she left, not before giving me another small smile. I heard footsteps, it was Tessa. She wasn't looking at me, she stared at her feet like it was the most important part. “Claire said you wanted to see me” Her voice sounded hoarse and broken like the rest of her. She had clearly been crying too.“Yes” I cleared my throat, trying desperately to rid myself of some of the pain. Why was talking so difficult?! Tessa finally raised her eyes towards mine, her greyish-blue eyes were bloodshot and glassy.

she uttered sadly. Adriana looked up at her with glistening eyes. She tried to smile, but the smile wobbled, trembling at the corners of her lips. “Okay, baby,” she whispered, taking her hand gently. But then, a tear dropped, sliding down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, embarrassed by her own weakness. “You're still crying, Mommy,” Tessa whispered, tears already clouding up in her eyes. Adriana gave a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sigh and then brushed her hair behind her ear. “I’ll really stop now, hmm?” she murmured.

I said. "Good." Liora reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. Empty. "One more thing. I lied about the f*e. There's a material component." She held up the vial. "One tear. From each of you. Freely given, after the deal is struck. Not grief tears. Not pain tears. The kind that come when you've been holding something for a very long time and you finally put it down." She set the vial on the bedside table and stepped back.