Like Eyes After A Good Cry Novels & Stories

I had captured their attention, I could see their sharp eyes staring at me. “Akemi ---” I cut him off. “Stop this nonsense shit of yours, Engineer Dela Costa,” I almost yelled, because I didn’t want to draw any more attention from the people there.. I stopped when I saw tears streaming down his cheeks again. I clapped internally. Wow! He’s getting better! I’m always amazed by how much water comes out of his eyes. What kind of eye drops does he use, that he can cry so much?

she said with authority. Her eyes widened when his grip loosen until he finally let her go. His eyes became sleepy. Then he smiled. Tears started to fall from his eyes, and cried loudly. He then laughed loudly. The scene was horrifying! He's continued the routine, sleepy eyes, smiling, crying, laughing! Like he completely lost his mind!

Anyways i need to get ready for office. I walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. When i looked at my reflection in my mirror i was shocked i was no my eyes no longer expressive brown eyes they used to be.They are filled with sadness whirling like a maelstrom sucked every ounce of energy i had. I look like someone who walked out of a grave. There are dark circles under my eyes and my eyes are red due to crying. I really need to use heavy makeup to hide them. I washed my face with water and then brushed my teeth. I can't continue to live like this. I have so many responsibilities and i can't walk away them.

"I can buy you a meal. I can even let you…" Minerva stopped mid-sentence and did not continue anymore. She just looked at the man behind the counter with a pitiful gaze. The man was stunned. To be honest, the woman truly looked very good. When she was not crying, her eyes were so bright that they could express her mind. When she looked at a person, she could make that person's heart flutter. However, in just a blink of an eye, she started crying again. Her tears were as clear as crystals. Her eyes were hazy. The way she looked simply made others pity her. Which man would not take pity on such a woman?

Paul asked after the hug, which was actually quite short, made both of them feel unsatisfied. "Long enough until I can go around this house to look for you Uncle," said Grace, making Paul laugh, which sounded so crisp. But that didn't last long. "What is it, honey? Why do your eyes look puffy like you've been crying?" It turns out that Paul is quite sensitive too. Even though earlier when he met Al, the man said everything about Grace's eyes. "Is it true?" Grace asked awkwardly while holding her own eyes. No wonder she felt a little heavy on her eyelids. It turned out that her eyes were a little swollen. It's natural because Grace cried long and hard earlier.

he was lost in his own world , stormy eyes softened and then he chuckled soundlessly. " Kept crying , looking at me with scared and dumbfounded expression and I just didn't know how someone could look exceptionally beautiful while crying. From then whenever she crossed path with she looks at me with those fearful eyes and it gives me that immense joy and don't look at me like I'm psychopath or something. " Vincent warned lightly looking at the eerie feature of brown haired girl.

I point at her eyes. "It is an allergic reaction to crying so much in the past few days. Apparently, you can't afford to do that anymore once you get to a certain age. It tells on the body. I will advise you to cry all the tears you need to now that you are still young and a concealer can easily set you back to normal." She laughs nervously at her weak attempt to lighten the mood. I don't laugh, I can't muster the energy needed, I just stare at her blankly.

especially his eyes, which pull a reddish hue to his irises, blending them into a brown tone. He doesn't seem out of this world at the moment. "They say that more than crying for those who are far from home, she cries for those who are lost." Kevin looks at me, and I notice that his eyes glow an intense yellow that frightens me and makes me take a step back, "Those who have lost themselves."

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

Just enough random clothes to make it look like I hadn’t planned my escape to happen so soon. Pain danced in his eyes and I sat up. Rubbing my eyes with the backs of my hands, I looked at him fully. Puffy red eyes. He had been crying, there was no doubt about it. Losing Sybil had affected him more than he cared to show. The sound of her body dropping would always play in the back of my mind.