Like Eyes After A Good Cry 소설 & 이야기

I walked straight into the bathroom so I could go release the hot liquid that filled my bladder, my eyes were also hurting and I knew that it was as a result of me getting upset and crying. I was done urinating and I went ahead to brush my teeth, I took my tooth brush in my hand pressed the paste out and began brushing my teeth, taking my eyes up to the mirror, I almost screamed in horror. Dump struck and puzzled I touched my face which was red and a bit puffy, my eyes were swollen and very dark. What happened to me? I asked myself but I didn't get an answer because I was obviously talking to myself. I fucking cried myself to sleep yesterday band that's the reason for this. My skin looked ir

"I saw how your tears dropped; it's like a diamond coming from your eyes since you're facing the sun that's refecting the water." I frowned at what he said. Thus this man taking a drugs to be like this? I shook my head and averted my eyes in the waves of the ocean coming to the shore. "Your eyes are so pretty to cry, Miss. Don't do that again if it's all about sadness." He continued. I can't help but laugh at what I just heard. "For sadness to be gone, you need to cry out. Don't you know that?" He shrugged. "I don't do it that way."

His eyes were bloodshot, and they even seemed to glimmer slightly with tears. However, the look in them was nothing short of murderous.

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?

I helped steady her as she rose, noticing the fresh tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. Lastly, I moved to my friend, Maeve who had the saddest eyes of all, a dark brown that pools that seemed to hold the weight of the world now. As he opened them slowly and saw our grim surroundings, dread filled his gaze. "I know bro, I know..." I said quietly. "But, it's time to wake up."

I find tears in my eyes and my jaws are hurting due to laughing non-stop. He lies next to me and I give him a side glance. He lies on his side to look at me. He is smiling while I am in tears after laughing so hard. "You're cruel," I whisper, leaving my stomach and lying next to him on my side so that I can look at his face. The sun rays coming from the window behind me are landing on his handsome face. His dark eyes shine under the sunlight and they glow bright like a pool of honey. I cannot help but admire them from the bottom of my heart. His eyes are way too beautiful.

I can't explain why the back of my eyes feels warm. Tears of joy? Indeed. After everything that happened, after I lost my first one, God gave me Daneliya. Dante flickered his eyes in my direction. He smiles, not just his lips, but his eyes as well. And in between us, wrapped in cotton and quiet dreams, was a child who deserved our very best.

When I finally forced my eyes open, they burned and felt heavy, and the pillow under my head was still damp from my tears. Dragging myself to the bathroom felt like moving a mountain. As I stood in front of the mirror, I barely recognized my reflection staring back at me. The dark circles under my eyes had deepened, almost like bruises, telling the story of my grief without words. My skin looked pale, my cheeks sunken in a way that made me look older than I was. And something told me it was only going to get worse from here.

Everything. My face glows a soft, warm color of life. My eyes are no longer bloodshot. But they are different. I stutter out a soft sigh as I slowly blink. Slowly, and even more slowly, I blink my left eye. It is a shade of complete, absolute silver. Even the iris, which had once glittered a gentle amber, has lost all its color. It now looks like the ashen background of a graveyard. Almost like a lie, my other eye stares back at me, with the tenderness of fresh, sweet honey.

Cause me to cry even more? "You have most definitely been crying." He sounds certain now. "Those eyes of yours are red and swollen. And look at how smudged the makeup on your face looks like. You resemble a crying Raccoon." I shoot him a glare and he looks on, unflinching.