Novel & Cerita Like Tears In The Rain

But then the heavens opened, and the rain poured down, soaking me, each drop icy as it struck my cheeks, my arms, my legs. I lay there, staring up at the sky, letting the rain wash over me. It felt like the universe itself was crying for me, shedding tears that I no longer had the strength to shed. I’d cried enough in my life, shed enough tears to fill an ocean, and now, even though I was breaking inside, I couldn’t cry anymore. The rain did it for me.

Myra said as tears welled up in her eyes. “Don’t cry, don’t ruin the special moment Mr. Whyte would want you to smile today” Monica consoled her. “But I miss him… I miss him today more than ever” Myra said fighting back tears. “I miss him too Myra, I cried so much last night, he was like a son to me,” Tia said as a tear dropped down her cheeks Myra hugged her as they cried and consoled each other. “Stop it, ladies! Myra, you’re ruining your makeup!” Monica cautioned them.

The sound it makes lingers like music from a tiny music box. I have always believed that rain represents tears. It was nature's way to cry when things are tough. Just like how people shed their tears whenever they feel defeated. Tears that carry the weight of most of their pain but never made it any lighter for them. There are countless reasons why people cry. But of course, it’s not new news to me that most of the reasons point to the negative side. Pain. Heartaches. Betrayal. People are vulnerable when it comes to their emotions, especially women. And there are only a few special ones that could bravely face an emotional battle without shedding a single tear. Or maybe they are just that go

If you could still call it that. Heavy rain pelted down onto the streets, the earth sighing in relief from the midsummer heat. But there was no relief left in my soul. If anything, the rain symbolized the tears that I couldn’t shed…the tears that I had brought to Faith’s eyes tonight. The downpour of rain was relentless, fogging up my windshield and drumming against the roof of my car as I squinted at the blurry landscape outside, my wiper working double time to keep up with the torrent of rain. With a sigh, I brought the car to a halt, my gaze fixed on the big, familiar gate in front of me.

The air was, save for the ticking of the clock, silent. William's eyes were on the ceiling for God knew how long. When he finally decided to look away, he saw the file peeking through the slit under the door. It lay quietly, mocking him. William's hand lashed out like lightning, and he tore the file apart. However, he knew that nothing he had to say in court would keep me around. His promises were nothing but wind before the judge. The old me would look at William and think he was the light of the world. He thought that light in my eyes would blaze on forever.

My brother and I have a hunting accident. Artemis's curse strikes me.It incinerates my heart from the inside—I need an healing ritual. But my mother, the high priestess of Artemis's temple, summons every available healer… to my brother's chamber. He only has a few scratches, yet she orders a full ritual examination for him while I lie there hollow on the sacrificial stone. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop vying for my attention for once? Your brother almost damaged a sacred bone!" In the end, I die on the altar. But after the news of my death spreads, my mother, who has always despised me, completely loses her mind.

he’d doted on for so many years. He downed a whole bottle of dragon pulque in one go, then suddenly saw the photo in the bin. He immediately picked it up and wiped it clean. In the photo, Noxivira wasn’t looking at the artist, but tilting her head just slightly, gazing warmly up at him beside her. Staring blankly at it, Morpheus suddenly buried his face in his hands, tears trembling through his fingers. He had once sworn to lead her out of that frozen cage. He never imagined he’d be the one to shove her into hell.

The words come out and a single tear drops from my eye, rolling down my cheek. ##########

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

There is pain and despair, suffering and grief. The rain started to pour on her, and she ran into the yard, letting that rain wash everything inside of her. She busted into tears and kneeled to let go of everything she was holding back. But after a while, her tears stopped, and she took those water drops on her face like a new beginning. She settled on the bench watching the trees dancing in the rain, knowing it would be them destroyed and spilling over the ground tomorrow, but look at them, how desperately they were enjoying this storm.