Novel & Cerita If Tears Could Talk

Vivica threw herself on the bed, then she pulled out her phone and dialed her best friend, Ziva James, crying. She sobbed sorrowfully and said, “Hello, Ziva. I am sorry for what I said. I was so hurt that you kept your brother’s marriage a secret from me.”

"I read your letter again." My eyes stung. "You were really annoying in that." A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away immediately. Then another appeared. And another. Apparently tears traveled in packs. Just like wolves. Once one arrived, the others were never far behind. Just like wolves. "I keep thinking I'm doing okay." My voice cracked. "Then something happens." The tears came faster now. "I hear a joke." I sniffled. "Or I see somebody training." Another tear. "Or somebody says something that sounds like you."

- he confessed with a more serious expression on his face. For a moment Soo Min was unable to move and had to admit that she almost drowned in his eyes. However, his words sobered her immediately. She blinked several times trying to somehow process this confession. Finally, Soo Min closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deeper breath, causing his hand to slide off her cheek.

The tears stored in Hannah's eyes began to escape and ran down to her cheek falling to the ground. “Hey, stop that.” Chen's voice became soft, and he approached closer to Hana to wipe off the tears running down from her cheeks. “I’m sorry if I had not restrained myself from my feelings.” She held her head and looks straight to Chen’ eyes. “No, don’t be sorry. You have to say those words because you deserve so much in this world that I can’t give, at least I can give you the truth you wanted to know.” Chen smiled as he laughed softly. “The woman you saw earlier, I was just talking to her. I asked her about how I can surprise you. Good thing you haven’t stab her using your power.”

“I guess the story has its ending now. Thank you so much for calling me and see you soon. Good night.” “Goodnight Lou” When I heard his last answer, I hang up the call and wiped the tears on my face. There is nothing bad at crying. Just let it fall and everything will be all right after. There are things we can’t have because God plans something better for us. The pains we have felt can teach us lessons. Good things come to those who wait on the perfect place and timing with the perfect person. Tears can be teachers if we let them. The hidden truth isn’t hidden anymore and for the last chance, someone dares to listen to my Unheard Feelings… The End.

Tears are falling off my eyes, and I start to whimper. "N... Are you crying? Why are you crying? I hope you're not crying for David because he doesn't deserve anyone's tears or sympathy." She tells me. "I'm not crying for him. I'm crying because life is so hard. Being black and a vampire has not been an easy journey for me. It still hurts that my parents lost their lives because of racism. Why must we have to suffer the most? This life is so cruel and unfair!" I wailed, venting out my frustration.

The woman was trembling, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to get the words out. “It’s... it’s done,” the woman stammered, her voice choked with emotion. “The... the news, it’s everywhere. I...” Tiana took a slow drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke with a sigh before turning her cold gaze on the crying woman. “Why the tears?” The woman wiped her eyes, trying to steady herself. “I’m sorry, Tiana. It’s just... it’s worse than I thought. The recordings... they’re everywhere. Everyone knows now.”

MEMORIES ********************* NARRATORS POV *********************** We are so proud of you Sophie. From when you were a little girl, you showed great resilience and we believed that you would do great things and make the family proud.” grandpa Greg said to Sophie after kissing her on both her cheeks. Her grandma Rosaline held her in a firm hug for some minutes and when she separated the hug Sophie could see glitters of tears in her eyes. “You made us proud tonight, my darling. I have no words to describe it.” the tears flowed down her well powdered weathered cheeks, Sophie brought out a clean white handkerchief from her purse and cleaned the tears.

she teased. She handed the alpha a vial from his pocket. “These are my tears, they work quickly when it comes to injuries. Put a little on the wound and it should close up. Fake tears don't work as well as crying so I hope it’s enough to heal you quickly.” Logan looked even more shocked as he took the vial. It was as wide and long as his index finger, the liquid inside milky white. Who had milky tears? “I have so many questions,” Leo mused, “I'll update you when you come back.”

She felt a rawness inside her, a vulnerability that she hadn’t shown anyone in years. As she spoke, the tears she had been holding back began to fall, their steady stream breaking free from the tight hold she had kept on them. They weren’t just tears of sadness; they were a release—a way for her to let go of everything she had been bottling up for far too long. It was as if those tears were finally washing away the confusion and hurt that had taken root deep within her. With every drop that fell, Isla felt a little lighter, as though the burden she had carried was slowly beginning to lift, giving her the chance to heal and move forward.