Mask With Tears Novels & Stories

Regor asked her. She smiled and spoke again. "Sure!" She replied softly. "So, because you'll just come with me later. Can you just take your mask? I saw your face again last time so take off your mask please,"he asks her. "Sure. But it's not allowed to show it to everyone. You know that I'm also protecting my dignity. So, can I come later? Let's go out." "Okay. By the way, what time can you go out?"

It had been two days since we had made our plan to help each other's deceitful plans and even though I had intended to let her stay in the hospital for a couple more days for further observation, my grandma had insisted that she be discharged. I could not help but admire the beauty that was sitting next to me. I would consider my work on her face to be my best reconstruction. I had indeed taken my time to ensure she did not have any scars or imperfections mostly out of guilt for having destroyed the masterpiece that had originally been her face. However, I had ensured I kept some features of her old face. Tania was wearing black Ray Ban wayfarers. Her eyes were not fully recovered and were s

"I'm going to ask him! Papa has the big Band-Aids!" "Henry! Wait—" Richard started to stand, then stopped. He stayed on his knees in the mud. He looked at the house. He looked directly at the window where I was standing. He knew I heard. I turned away from the glass. I couldn't look at him anymore. The clinical mask I’d spent years building was cracking. My chest felt tight. My throat burned. I reached up and wiped my face. My finger came away wet. A single tear. I didn't let the second one fall. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my lab coat.

I've been crying for days, and it hurts too much. I turned away, tears streaming down, especially since his eyes appeared red. Does he want to cry out of pity? Even with a half-mask, I felt tears welling up. It seemed my makeup would be ruined. I took a tissue from the table, wiping away the tears on my cheeks. I don't know how I look now, but I don't want to remove my mascara; it's too complicated. Oliver pulled me away as it seemed people were starting to notice us, especially since I was with two others. I elbowed him because he still had time to annoy me.

"I made dessert, too." "Oh?" "Something healthy. Not too sweet." Distractedly glancing at the door, Mykaela rubbed the skin above the edge of her mask—the part that pressed tight onto her cheekbones. The N95 respirator covered up her nose and mouth. It didn't hide the uncertainty and concern in her eyes, though. Helpful. It might mean that she planned to have that long and serious conversation with me tonight. "Thanks, love." I checked the CCTV feeds on my phone screen.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

Tears welled up in my eyes, I tried to say something but the tears keep coming. " Th...thank you." The tears flowed like hot lava, burning my cheeks. But they were tears of Joy, tears of victory. That I have finally won my battle and found my dreams. Jane was also crying. We hugged each other and stayed like that for few seconds. " Oh crap! look how i stained my mascara because of some stupid tears. You made me cry didn't you?" Jane said, cleaning the black stains from her eyes. " Am sorry." " No it's nothing. Alright get yourself ready....."

Spotting an empty stall I move to enter it before locking it carefully behind me, not wanting someone to see me should they enter. Hot salty tears now threatening to spill all down and along my face even as I attempt to will them all away. Attempting to tell myself that they weren’t like other men even as I yank off my lace mask. The need to just cry rising the longer I sat isolated from them. My chest throbbing. Ice creeping to my lungs at all the different scenarios that now played within my head.

The doctor quickly ordered the servants to clear the stuffed animals out. "She's sensitive to anything with fur. If she breathes it in by accident, she could choke." Margaret panicked and hurried to help move them out. Soon after, a guard came to report that Tyler had passed out from the pain after his eyes were gouged out. "What should we do with him?" he asked Neil. "Feed them to him," Neil replied coldly. "Maybe in his next life, he'll use his eyes better." The guard left with the order. A while later, Ollie's men came back as well.

Ruby, upon hearing my voice, looked up from the policewoman's arms, her eyes swimming in tears. Her look was a tangled mess of emotions: fear, shame, but above all, a desperate hope, like she was clinging to a lifeline, and a barely perceptible flicker... A silent question, checking if I was sticking to the plan. Choking back sobs, she reached for me. "Honey... honey..." I moved quickly, brushing past Seth's scorching stare, and wrapped Ruby in my arms, shielding her from the prying lenses with my back, a fortress of protection.