Mask With Tears Novels & Stories

For the first time in years I didn’t reach for another mask to cover it. Hot, fast and humiliating tears came rushing down my cheeks. They tracked down the good side of my face and dripped onto the mask in my lap. I swiped at them with the back of my hand but more followed. My shoulders shook as a sound clawed its way out of my chest, it was not a growl, and not a snarl, just a low broken keening that rose and fell like something dying. I pressed the heels of my hands to my eye sockets and tried to force the tears back inside where they belonged. They wouldn’t stay.

He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.” I became dumbfounded at the moment and couldn’t speak a word but just look into his sparkling eyes. He blinked and cleared his throat before looking away, he made his way out of the room without looking back. My heart that was accelerating at the moment stopped the instant he closed the door vanishing from my sight.

*tears* " NO.....!!! " . . . . . . . .

The tears keep coming and I keep letting them fall. I don’t know how long I spend crying. But soon, the tears stop coming. I get to my feet, wipe my eyes, and walk into the ring. I pick my mask up, running my shaky fingers over the smooth surface. In here, I don’t need to be Thorne. I don’t need a mask. I will make sure I never have to wear a mask again. I’ve shed my last tears for my lost love. It’s over now. Burned to ash. Never to be recovered.

Something hot. Tears.

To tame the beast inside him. “I’m sorry,” he sighed exhaustively, apologizing to me for the second time now even though he didn’t have to. “My bad. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” He pulled away, “If you want me to stay with you and comfort you then I will stay with you.” He tried to wipe the teardrop beneath my eye but I quickly turned my face to the side to prevent him. If he did, the eye patch makeup will stain his palm and he will realize it’s fake. The texture of the artificial tear drop solution wasn’t as watery and as smooth to the touch as real tears. So he might also raise a brow at that.

But as soon as I rounded the corner and slipped into the nearest restroom, the mask shattered. I rushed into the last stall, dropped my helmet to the floor, and locked the door behind me. My back slammed against the cold tile as I slid down, breath catching in my throat. And then— I lost it. Hot, angry tears poured down my cheeks as a sob tore out of my chest. I covered my mouth with my hands, trying to silence myself, but it didn’t work. It still hurt. God, it still hurt so much. Why did it hurt like this? Why couldn’t I breathe?

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

The man with a mask over his face. *

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.