Mask With Tears の小説・ストーリー

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

I tried to push his chest. "Stay still baby. I can't stop now. It will hurt you more. Shhh. I won't move. Just relax." he imprisoned my wrists in his hands. I cried. All I can feel now is pain. Something tore inside me. "It hurts." I sobbed. I didn't imagine it to be this painful. Shit. He slowly moved while kissing my neck. "Babe it really hurts." My tears stream down my face. He gently looked at me and kissed my tears away.

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

- she added, handing him a piece of paper and a pen. - I don't see a problem.- Hyun Jung replied, then almost immediately wrote the address on a piece of paper in a very nice and legible handwriting, then handed her the paper and pen.- I understand that you must check it out. Honestly speaking, I am curious if you will find anything. Because I've heard you can tint the windows with foil, and then tear it off so maybe it's possible...- he thought for a moment.- It's better if technicians check it out.- he added at the end.

For now, she was not ready to move to that step. Washing up she brushed her hair and teeth then made her way out to the bedroom after getting dressed. Her simple outfit of a blue plaid high waisted tennis skirt, white pointelle shrunken tee that showed only a little of her midriff, Black lace Tigh high socks, and her black platform combat boots. To finish it off she put on her black choker and did her hair in braided pigtails. The bedroom was empty and she thought maybe she should start to put her things away but Jared appeared soon in the doorway. He was dressed in a pair of jeans that clung to his muscular legs and a black plain tee that also showed off his 8 pack. Alice found herself lic

He's a good coach, I can't lose this match. “Tessa.” I close my eyes. I can do this, I have done it before, I can do it again. A strange feeling creeps up on me as I repeat the words and I gulp. “Your mask.” Oh. My eyes lower to the black mask he stretches to me, I accept it with gratitude, taking one last look at my room before putting it on. “Calm down. Breathe.”

I'm sorry," Maya choked out, her voice sounding muffled and choked with sorrow. The apology lingered in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets and hidden anguish. Just as soon as Maya finished speaking, there was a soft knock on the door. Slightly startled, she quickly wiped away her tears, gesturing to Rose to do the same. They hastily straightened their postures and put on forced smiles, hoping the person behind the door wouldn't notice the traces of their now red faces.

I laid down to bed and closed my eyes, I'm in that position when Gun suddenly sat on the bed and kiss me on the forehead, I think he thought that I was already sleeping, for me not to be able to notice I moved a bit and pretended to face the other side of the bed, I can't help myself but smile like a fool, I heard he stood up and walked down, I sat in the bed and wiped the tears on my eyes. Is it a tear of happiness or tears of pain?

“I miss you so much it's killing me. Please, my love. Just talk to me.” She froze, but she didn't pull away immediately. Her gaze dropped to his hand on her arm. Her breath hitched, a tiny sound in the quiet hallway. For one single second, the mask cracked. Her lips trembled. Her eyes began to shine with tears; she was fighting with everything she had. Then the mask slammed back into place. She pulled her arm away sharply, as if his touch had burned her, and stepped back into the shadows of her room, shutting the door.

My throat is starting to ache from all of the tears. "I would've stopped him if you-" "I know." I sniff. I can't listen to him tell me the reality. "We should leave..." He says. I slowly nod and started to fix my dress. Liam takes my mask and ties it back around my face. I admire how gentle he is being. I caught my reflection in the glass when we approach the door. My mascara is streaked down my cheeks, peeking from under the mask. My hair is messy and needs brushed. I hope nobody pays attention to it.