Novel & Cerita Like Eyes After A Good Cry

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.

The color on my face is fadded and looked pale make me look almost white. My eyes are puffy and red along with my ears and nose due to the crying. I washed my face with cold water and splashing water on my face until I felt a burning sensation in my eyes. I closed the tap and wipe my face with towel. I switched off the light and came out from the washroom. Suddenly my eyes meet with most mesmerizing face in my life. His smile reminds me how my heart skip a bit just a smile on his face. Tears escape from my eyes. I can't stop myself to love him. He becomes my life now.

It had been a long time since she cried like this. In a short while, her eyes had become puffy. She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and placed a hot towel over her eyes. She only walked out of the bathroom after her eyes were not so puffy anymore. She saw John who looked like he was waiting for her. She was afraid that he would see her battered state, so she turned her face away subconsciously. However, he still spotted her red and puffy eyes. “Were you crying just now?”

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

She had always been perceptive, but this was beyond anything I had imagined. As I approached Eva, I noticed tears streaming down her face. Her usually radiant eyes were clouded with sadness, reflecting a deep hurt that shook me to my core. Her once vibrant expression was now marked by a profound sorrow, etched into every line on her face. It was a heart-wrenching sight that shattered the momentary bliss I had just experienced with Julie. I reached out to her, a mixture of emotions flooding my being. "Eva, what's happened? Why are you crying?" My voice quivered with concern, my heart aching to alleviate her pain. Seeing her like this, in such anguish, tore at my soul.

There is a trace of her energy somewhere in this structure; it gives off the impression that they are continually conversing with one another and that they are always content when they are together. Her eyes had the colour of the fresh greenery that had just sprung in the spring; they were brilliant and delicate at the same time. There were glimpses of vitality, the type of green that can only be seen when summer progresses further. And those eyes have never been more lovely than they are when she is crying when her tenderness is flowing over her cheeks, which are ornamented with smile lines. Nevertheless, the eyes and the spirit are eternal...

Feeling the tears run down my own face as I hold my broken little mate. He had come so far, and all it took was that one little encounter to undo everything and break him again. It's one thing to look into his normal eyes when they're filled with tears, but to look into his red eyes when they're filled tears.... I don't know, that really does something to me. To see his vampire cry. To see those red eyes of Sid filled with tears, breaks my heart even more.

Her noises are muffled, and it drives Landry crazy. The sight of her flushed face, panties stuffed in her mouth, and eyes wet with tears are almost too much for Landry. Tears rolled down her face, and Landry laughed cruelly as his hardness throbbed. Bernice has beautiful eyes when she’s in tears. Her eyes, which have always been strangely calm in battle, look cloudy now, like fawns in the forest. He thought the tears were due to physical stimulation. He could feel that she liked him touching her body.