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.

Maya finally snaps out of her shock and her hand flies to her cheek, tracing the burning outline of my handprint with disbelief. For a moment, the mask slips. I see something raw and ugly flash across her features, something that looks like satisfaction mixed with genuine surprise that her pet finally grew claws. But then the mask slides back into place, and she transforms before my eyes into the perfect victim. Her eyes fill with tears and her lower lip trembles as she cradles her cheek as though I've mortally wounded her. "Tessa," she breathes. "Oh my God, Tessa, what... why would you...?"

"Just briefly. And I need to find a mask to hide the bruise on my face." In the dressing room, she selected a more elaborate mask than before, one that would better conceal her bruise while still leaving her mouth and jawline exposed. The emerald and gold creation fastened securely, covering from her hairline to the middle of her cheekbones. It wouldn't hide everything, but combined with the dim lighting, it might be enough to avoid immediate questions.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,