Like Eyes After A Good Cry 소설 & 이야기

So the fact that she's even more beautiful than she already was before, makes me even angrier. I'm about two heads taller than her now, she has fair skin that looks like snow, long curly and golden hair, a perfect body in the shape of an hourglass to put it simply with that tiny waist of hers. Not to say about the cherry on the cake… her dangerous ruby-red eyes. I had forgotten about them, but now, seeing from where I am, they make her absurdly gorgeous. And it's annoying. And now, this gorgeous creature I hate more than anything, is crying… It makes me sick.

It was blurry because of the tears in my eyes but I squeezed my eyes dry and looked clearly. . . . .......

"Heh, what do you mean?" The man is still staring fixedly at my face. Actually what is he looking for in my face? I feel embarrassed when I look at it like this. especially at a very close distance. After a long period of time I would get heart disease if that guy keeps around me! "After five years of leaving and during that time I never met you, I never even saw your picture. Is that why I feel your face is a little differentthen why your eyes? Why do your eyes look sad? "His hand then moved to touch mine, and I closed. I know what he means is the dark brown color stuck under my eyes. This is the result of too often I cry. Every day I always cryI feel both physically and mentally exhausted,

Joseph lowered his gaze and noticed Chloe's reddened eyes. She resembled a small rabbit, her eyes glistened with tears, a few shimmering droplets clinging to her curly lashes. It was a sight that would soften any man's heart and ignite a strong desire to comfort her. "Why are you crying?" He hurriedly wiped away her tears, a deep distress evident in his expression. He could not fathom what could have caused her to shed tears. He had not mistreated her. What could be the reason behind her sorrow?

The room was filled with an intense silence, broken only by the echoes of his heavy panting. He stared at the bloodied knuckles, his mind drifted to her. The girl with those mesmerizing brown orbs, brimming with tears. He could see the pain and shattered trust reflected in her eyes, like a broken mirror reflecting a fractured soul. It was as if he could glimpse the depths of her hurt and betrayal, all encapsulated within those tear-filled eyes.

I got up from the bay window seat to go to the washroom to wash my face. As I saw my face, I cringed internally. I had sore red eyes due to all the crying. My face looks dull. All the light that I had has been gone. I could not even recognise myself anymore. It is like someone had replaced me. Before, no matter how sad I was, there always was a light, a spark in my eyes, as I always had hoped. But now having all hope gone, there was not light or spark there in my eyes.

I let out and ran away from the area. Locking the door of the washroom I cried until my eyes ran out of the tears. After crying my heart out to its satisfaction I walk out of the loo and stood before the row of the sinks. I cleaned my face and adjust my look. My two braids are now a bit messy due to slaps. Wiping my face I looked at my appearance in the mirror. My face is all red, especially my cheeks. They are hurting badly. Due to crying my eyes are red and itchy, not only that my head is also aching. I need rest!

she stated as another wave of tears overtook her eyes. Nikaulas lifted his face to see her. Her bewitching eyes were oozing tiny precious crystals. He let his gaze trail one of her tears while fighting the urge to touch it. He watched as the warm tear disappeared into her lips and only after that lifted his gaze to look in her eyes. Her thick long lashes were angled up as she stared off at the ceiling. Those eyes that had always scintillated joy and optimism were now drowned in melancholy. Profound melancholy. The agony was etched through her features. And yet.....yet she looked hauntingly beautiful.

I don't have to wait for the strict Dorcas to assess me through her thick 3D glasses and tell me the word of my wrecked life. “Do you feel good now?” I lift my head to stare at my reflection. My eyes are bloody red from the long hours of crying. I look like a literal zombie. I curl and wrap my arms around my knees, pressing my eyes tight as if to expel the last drop of tears. Nothing falls.

I replied, letting out a long yawn as I rubbed at my tired eyes. The way she blinked, it was obvious she had no more tears to let out. Her crying tank was dry. If I was the tank too, there was no way I would seek a refill. Her eyes held such huge bags if they were added to car airbags, they would suffocate an accident victim.