If Tears Could Talk Novels & Stories

× Trix × Alvera turns away from the window, the look in her face says a lot. She’s chewing on something, I can feel it is something big. And then she says it, her voice low like she’s afraid the walls will hear. “It is actually not about what they want. It's what they have. They might have the Moon Tears.” I blink. My brain stalls for a split second. “Wait… what?” She gives me that look, half irritated, half dead serious kinda look.

The tears were a release, a cathartic outpouring of all the feelings he had suppressed for so long. Taylor closed his eyes, his heart still racing from the intensity of his run. The memories of their friendship and the years of separation collided within him, creating a whirlwind of emotions that left him both raw and relieved. He had cried for D'Andre, for their lost time, for the weight of unspoken words that had burdened him.

Tears are just an indication that I'm in pain. "Raven, you don't have to do things like that! It's your whole life that we are talking about. This is not a joke, and—my gosh—you made it for eight years?" Beri wrapped her mouth with her hands, because she really can't believe the struggles I have been through. "Who was that?" Suddenly Neri asked. I quickly looked at the direction of her eyes, and there I saw a sexy and sophisticated lady talking to Zeb's dad.

[Elara's Perspective] I listened quietly, my expression unchanging, and said nothing. Only after Oceanus had finished his words of repentance and was looking at me with an almost pleading gaze did I finally speak. "I will not forgive you for what happened in the past, but I will not hold onto the hatred either. A mortal's life is but a breath. I have my own free life to live, and I do not wish to waste what little time I have on such matters."

“You were never cursed. You were only…unseen.” That sentence shattered something inside me. My breath trembled. My hands shook slightly. And before I could stop myself, a tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it quickly, embarrassed, but Ronin did not look away. He did not mock me. He did not pretend he didn’t notice. Instead, he stepped even closer. “You don’t have to be ashamed of tears,” he said quietly. “Tears do not mean weakness. Tears mean you have endured.” I blinked rapidly, fighting the storm building behind my eyes.

I heard Andrew saying, and then I raised up my head to looke at him while I battled my eye lashes, and then cleaned back my tears with the handkerchief. "What do you mean by that?" Tears under the microscope—what does it have to do with me crying? He then brought out his phone from this phone stand and showed me a video from it. It showed me what the tears looked like under the microscope. "Can you see how beautiful it is?" He questioned me. I watched the tears as they kept on growing right under the microscope. "I don't know what happened to you, but you don't have the cry it it ain't worth your tears." He told me, and returned my phone back to me. I wasn't in support in what he said though

Haya's pov I bit my tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave my eyes and that's when I can't hold them back. first, one small crystal bead escaped from my right eye, I can feel the warmth sliding down my cheeks and rolling off my chin, then another and another until my eyes flooded with them, coming like a rainfall. My brother walked towards me that's when I burst out into tears because I couldn't take it any more, I sobbed into his chest clutching his jacket and he held me in silence.

Dead to Me of Melanie Martinez. I heaved out a sigh as I got up from the sheets. I brought my hands up into my face and felt it. The tears have dried and maybe next time, I have no tears left to cry. But it could be the other way round. I might cry another bucket of tears if another longing for you occured. Who knows?

I assured him but my voice wasn’t getting on his ears or I could say that he doesn’t want to listen to my voices anymore. And suddenly after a long rage on his eyes I could see the tears rolling down his eyes. The tear which the world rarely saw and knew about. The tears which was more expensive than any other jewels in the whole world. Those tears are priceless. “You’re tearing?” I asked as I lifted my hands to his face to reach his face to wipe off his tears but he turned his face away from me.

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love." Washington Irving~ She is Taylor, his Taylor. He declares as he stares at her.