Novel & Cerita Like Eyes After A Good Cry

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.

He looked my way. My eyes brimmed. He kept staring at me blanky. Tears flowed out my eyes. He looked away from me as he opened his car door and entered. The girl entered too. They drive away. I move away from the window, walking towards my bed. Tears flowed. Sky came to me, looking at me with sad eyes. It made me sob. He whined. I hugy him tightly. I let it all out. This stings so bad. So terrible.

“Pfft, you should see your face! You really look like a pufferfish!” I rolled my eyes lazy when I heard Siena's words. Currently she is pressing my eyes with cold pack. Because of crying too much, my eyes become swelled up, even though after this, I have to go back to class. "You've always been cool and calm. I didn't expect that you would turn out to be this crybaby!" “Duh, but how can you still be this cute when you just burst into tears?!”

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

Some secret was held within them. My gaze traveled back to the woman’s face as the light from the necklace now illumined it. This time her eyes were bloodshot. Tears escaped her alluring eyes like a fountain. Her lips which I had imagined to be shaped into a smile were turned downwards. Why is she crying? Who is she crying for? Who has she lost? I took my hand back. She looked at me. Her almond-shaped eyes roamed over me. Her lips moved as if she was going to say something.

That was superb! Again, a smile touched Devlin’s lips. His eyes softened. ''You know, you have amazing eyes. They are like mirrors. When you are sad, they dilate and turn gloomy, easily seen that you are sad. When you are extremely happy and excited, a shiny star twinkles in the middle of your pupil...''

He said, I stared at his green once familiar eyes but strangely they don't feel familiar anymore to me. They don't hold anything they once held for me, there was no love, no adoration, nothing just empty. Tears started rolling in my eyes as I felt like I lost him. As I stared into his eyes, there was a sudden change in his eyes when he noticed the tears in my eyes. If I'm correct, I clearly saw the worry in those green orbs. His eyebrows moved closer to each other clearly indicating that he's worried.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I almost got hit. My face was white, some red and black. In addition, you could see my skin in my eyes, which shimmered through the make-up. No wonder I used to rub my eyes quite often after crying. I quickly grabbed a make-up remover wipe and used it to gently remove the make-up.

“You’ll be okay with that?” He held her gaze. “I’ve been okay with it before,” he said quietly. “At the symposium. She cried then.” A pause. “I think, I think her crying means she’s letting herself feel things again. After years of holding everything very carefully.” He held Mia’s gaze. “I’m glad when she cries.” She looked at him. At the specific tenderness of that. At a man who understood grief well enough to know that its release was not a wound but a healing.