Like Eyes After A Good Cry Novels & Stories

She came forward and started crying "Wu hu hu... driver uncle please pity me, my eyes are burning a lot, wu hu hu... look at my eyes... hu" Crying, she took off her sunglasses and showed her eyes to the driver. The driver saw a pair of beautiful green eyes, those pair of eyes were shining like an emerald.

I woke up with my eyes red and puffy from crying. I sighed as I flinged the blue duvet over my body and got out of bed. The wooden floor felt cold against my bare feet as I sauntered to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could no longer recognize myself. My green eyes looked lifeless with dark bags underneath them from crying to much. My cheeks were hallowed like I have not eaten for days but they appeared there from the stress I've been passing through lately.

Even the memory of that night tortured her. “But before he pushed me off the stairs, he looked right into my eyes.” Her eyes were full of tears. “Even though he was wearing a mask, I could see his eyes in the dark, they were gray.” She finished, her eyes staring up at me. I frowned, “Gray?” I asked. What was weirder was that most of my men had blue or gray eyes… She nodded, another tear slipped from her eye. I walked up to her, lifting my hand to pull her closer or wipe those tears off her cheeks. It was so fucking annoying to watch her cry.

Ivy's eyes never left his face, and Matt could see the empathy and understanding in her gaze. As Matt finished his story, Ivy's eyes began to well up with tears. At first, they were just a sparkle in the corner of her eyes, but as the moments ticked by, they grew into a sheen that threatened to spill over. Matt's gaze was fixed on Ivy's face, his expression softening as he watched her. He could see the emotions swirling inside her, the pain and the sadness, and it touched something deep within him. Ivy's lips began to tremble, and she pressed them together, trying to hold back the tears. But it was no use. A single tear escaped, rolling down her cheek like a tiny, glistening pearl.

As Jasmine removed her glasses, Mia noticed how swollen and bloodshot her eyes were from crying. She poured a glass of water for Jasmine. "What exactly happened?"

Her eyes were red and puffy, and she looked upset, but I didn’t know why because I was a fighter, and this wouldn’t be how I died. “How do you feel?” “Drowsy. What’s wrong.” She wiped away the stray tear that trickled down her cheek using her free hand. Her eyes had always been beautiful, but the greens became so much brighter when she cried. “I was just worried about you, that’s all.”

I don't know anymore. Tears uncontrollably rolls down from my eyes as joy filled his eyes. "Wow. You have a pretty cry. You're eyes are blank but it's tearing." He said as he shove my face sidewards. I looked at the bloody ground as I let myself cry. I don't know what to feel anymore.

“It hurts.” It doesn’t feel like it’s been an hour since I’ve been crying for no apparent reason. The fried rice in front of me is already full of tears. I feel exhausted after draining my tears. My breath is gasping, my throat feels dry, and I swelled my eyes. My vision became a little blurry because my eyes still pooled warm tears in my eyelids. It’s always the same as before; pain. My eyelids closed, and the last drops of my tears slid smoothly down my cheeks.

He didn't cry and just sleep, yawned, and wriggled a little. "Isn't he cute?" Jack asked excitedly. "He is." I smiled as I zoomed in the picture.