Mask With Tears Novels & Stories

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You, my love, will die. You smile with sparks, Heal with a touch, But cut with the sword. I love you but, You are just a masquerade. Andre squeezed his hand tighter against the whiskey glass. It would crush in his hand with just a little more force. He bit his lip hard before taking another gulp down. A drink should ease the pain—they say—but it doesn't. A gulp should drown the pain further into profound depths but it doesn't. Rather, he recounted all his aches down till the break. The accident, the rejections. His eyes stung from the tears he fought. Trying to hold his visible pain from the further display, gradually became more of a Herculean task. Red blaz

She still looked out for me, as though something in her couldn’t quite let go either. I'd picked up the shirt with trembling hands and pressed it to me for a second longer than I should have. Then I slipped into the bathroom, washing the makeup off from earlier. The mirror showed me smudges of mascara bleeding down my cheeks and the swollen outline of eyes that had cried more than I wanted to admit. I scrubbed it away, every trace of my day.. The scary trance, the tears.. Everything. Then I pulled the t-shirt over my head, feeling oddly comforted by it.

I removed my mask, then pushed open the door, and his head raised. My heart jolted in my chest, and my eyes randomly filled with tears as his familiar scent filled my nostrils. He turned around, and I approached him, his face covered by a Vendetta mask. His hands landed on my hips as I reached my hand up, lifting the mask to reveal exactly who I thought it was.

I meant it. Every word. "I'll make sure of it." The room fell silent again. I nodded toward her face. "Your mask is slipping." Confusion flashed across her expression. Then realization. A second later, she lifted a hand to her cheek. A tear. Just one. Sliding quietly down her face. Like it had gotten tired of waiting for permission. She wiped it away immediately. Almost angrily. As if pretending it had never been there. I looked away first. Giving her that much.

He let her play victim and tossed the Luna to the curb. My boots slapped too loudly on the tile. Couldn’t help it. I just wanted to get out of there, before my mask shattered completely. It still did, a little. For a second, I let myself be, well, ugly and hurting. Tears came, hot and slow, and damn, that made me even angrier. I wiped them away the way you clean something shameful, a quick swipe, like erasing evidence you were ever weak.

That mask of his was second nature—his last line of defense and the only thing that kept him sane after all he’d been through. I didn’t care if he kept it, used it to give him some semblance of stability, but not with me. Never with me. Without an inkling of hesitation I closed the distance between us, stepping into his space until the gravitational pull that circled Dain yanked me in. His breath came in short pants, escaping lips that were tightly knitted together. I had to sink my teeth into my own to stifle the sound I made when he flinched under my touch. Like clockwork, I could hear his mask shatter a second time, and when his eyes opened, they were brimming with a century’s worth of un

He pulled her by her waist, while keep on tracing lines on her back. " I-i wonder how I didn't know anything? How you played such a dirty joke. " She whispered, while a tear rolled down her cheeks. She was scared that how he had her masque, there must be many things as well too. " Oops! Oh, my cry baby, it's such a romantic moment right now, why are you tearing up? Just dance with me, baby. You will love it!"He says and lets out a mocking chuckle, he wiped her tears away with his psychotic acts. He wears his black masque.

I frowned. “In my social circle, almost everyone wears smiling masks. Why? Because if they don’t, it will show faces with tears or wrinkles in their foreheads.” He shook his head. “Few people want to deal with that. Even if we can find people who don’t mind dealing with that, it is just on the surface.”

The heavy latch clicked shut behind me, and the moment I was entirely safe from his watchful gaze, the mask shattered. I ran to the sink, my hands shaking violently as I turned the brass handles. Cold water gushed out, and I scooped it up, rubbing and scraping my lips viciously with the palm of my hand. I scrubbed until the skin felt raw, desperately trying to violently erase every last lingering remnant of his touch, his scent, and his heat. And then, for some stupid, involuntary reason, my tears fell down.

His voice was breaking and he was barely holding back his tears. "Mason, what's up? Tell me? Did something happen? Are you hurt?" "No. I ju-" He couldn't control his tears anymore. I could see them falling. "I need to ta- talk to him. Can you leave?" I could still see his tears. But what I saw next wasn't something I was prepared to see. His hair was falling on his face. To get rid of his tears he wiped at his cheeks making me get a clearer view of his chssk. And what I saw was-