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His eyes were red, watery, and exasperated. But he's not showing a manly side to him just to prove he is capable of killing me. "I'm sorry…" I said, looking downward. "If something bad has already happened, does your sorry could bring them back?" he asked. "Think about it." I can't help these tears again. Why are my tears won't scarce? It always has a supply. Are my eyes only made with the purpose of crying? I can smile too. using these eyes. The little tears turned into a bursting cry.

I take another drink. But he doesn't budge. "Even if Wes is an asshole, you're still allowed to cry." "But I don't want to cry," I say. "I've felt like I was going to throw up all day, sure, but I don't feel like I need to cry." Is that bad? Or just weird? It's the absolute truth - I'm definitely not holding back tears. I don't even have that achy feeling you get in your throat or behind your eye sockets that means that the waterworks are on their way. I just feel...like I just ate an entire tub of month-old tuna salad from a gas station.

My eyes started all watery. I don't know why I feel sad and apologetic towards him. I looked up at him and his eyes, it was like he will start crying anytime now. Without saying anything he stormed out of the room. Slamming the door furiously.

My throat runs dry and a lump starts to appear, I know it’ll lead to nothing but tears so I try my best to push it down. I will not cry. —*

Katrina's POV. I made my way into my room, pacing back and forth with tears flowing freely down my eyes. I was mad, angry, and broken. I couldn't handle this any longer. This had continued for far too long “I can't do this anymore," I said to myself. I dropped heavily into my bed, bouncing gently on my bed as I gathered the pillow and yelled into it. I took on my wipes and cleaned my face. I stopped after a long period of crying, my eyes were swollen so much I found it hard to see. I felt a tingling and fiery sensation around my eyes.