Mengapa Air Mata Keluar Sendiri Mga Nobela at Kwento

replied the woman with a smile, resting her face on the evil emperor's chest. ...... "Puff...!" The ancestor of the snow sect suddenly vomited blood and his entire body shook violently for no reason. His ice-cold eyes suddenly shed tears, but as soon as the tears fell, they turned to ice. "Ah, why is this happening to me? Why am I crying? My heart hurts too, why?" He did not feel pain in his body directly, but rather a feeling that arose within him for no apparent reason. His eyes were also crying now, and he felt a strong sense of loneliness, but he did not know where it came from or how it happened.

Chu's reply. Locked the door, she leans against the door. Slowly her body falls down. She curled up and crying without any reason. There is one time when she was a 10 year old, she lost her only best friend at that time, she keeps crying for a whole month and she also skips her school a few times trying to find her best friend in the forest behind her old house. After that, another weird time when she was 15-year-olds. She suddenly crying without any reason for almost two weeks. Her tears will fall down by itself without any sign from her body.

Bakit ba ako pinagpala na malikot ang kamay. "Sige" pinilit kong gawing normal ang boses ko at mabilis na pinunasan ang luha ko saka tinanggal ang tali sa buhok ko para pag bumanggon ako ay gagawin kong pantakip ang buhok ko para hindi halatang umiyak ako. Nakakainis kasi bakit ba kasi ang bilis tumulo ang tubig mula sa mata ko. Bakit ba kasi ako pinanganak na iyakin at mahina.

My sobs echoed through the silent room, a symphony of grief and frustration. I clung to my pillow, desperately seeking solace in its soft embrace. The fabric absorbed my tears, offering a feeble comfort amidst the chaos that consumed me. I felt the weight of the world upon my shoulders, the burden of my unexplained affliction threatening to shatter the fragile fragments of hope that remained. As the tears continued to fall, my body trembled with a mixture of exhaustion and anguish. I could no longer contain the torrent of emotions that raged within me. Each sob was a cathartic release, a plea for understanding, and a lament for the life I once knew.

gulat at nagtatakang tanong sa akin ni Kuya nang pumasok ako sa cafe. "Didn't got to sleep.." matamlay na sagot ko saka muling nagpunas ng mukha. "What and why are you crying anyway?" muling tanong niya matapos maglapag ng baso ng tubig sa harap ko. Imbes na sumagot ay ininom ko nalang ang tubig. Tinitigan ko din ang sarili ko sa malapit na salamin at noon napansin ang itsura ko. Mugto at namumula ang mga mata ko, ang laki at itim ng mga eyebag ko at pulang-pula pa ang ilong ko sa kakapunans ng sipon.

I looked at the time on my phone and sighed, it was still eight. I got on the bed and groaned before looking up at the ceiling and sighing. I turned on the bed and sighed. Frustration had hit its highest when warm tears started streaming down my face. I sniffled silently and wiped my nose. I threw away the pillow when I noticed that my tears had made it wet, it landed somewhere on the floor. The downside of crying is that you never cry over the current situation, as you cry other emotions from past situations would swarm up your mind and only cause you to cry more. That choking feeling in your throat that makes you sob more and tears fall more was what was happening to me.

Unbeknownst to me, moisture gathered in my eyes, a silent response emerging involuntarily. But why? I didn’t know. Perhaps the possibility of my mother looking at me with the same heartbroken eyes that Kiara was looking at me with was so heart-wrenching… so agonizing that the pain manifested itself in the form of tears. I…I can’t even bring myself to imagine that. No, god. Please. Never let me face such a day. Swallowing the pain that threatened to overwhelm me, I shook my head in negation, mustering a response to her query. “No, she doesn’t,” I whispered, my voice a mere cluster of barely audible words.

Arghh! I was frustrated with myself for being so sad and frustrated right now! Tears of anger and frustration kept falling from my eyes and no matter how much I wiped them they just kept on coming. "Mia what is this? You had promised yourself that you won't cry, what the fuck is this? "I grumbled running straight into the empty elevator I saw and jabbing tapping on the button. "Stop crying". I groaned banging my head on the elevator door. This stupid tears won't just stop falling, why won't they stop falling?!

sound as it rubbed against her palm. “I think about her every night,” she said. Her voice was soft, barely audible, carried away by the wind. “Aunt Rita said it’s not shameful to miss your mother. She said my mother was a hero.” Jenny’s nasal passages felt sore. The soreness started in the nasal turbinates, spread to the bridge of her nose, and then to the lower edge of her eyes. Tears welled up in her lacrimal glands, but didn’t flow out. Over the past three days, her lacrimal glands had been completely depleted. The remaining tears were only enough to moisten the mucous membranes at the lower edge of her eyes, not enough to form a single tear droplet.

The thoughts that had filled my head were now racing incoherently, not making an ounce of sense. And I wasn't even aware that I had been crying until I tasted my tears on the rim of the bottle. Why was I crying? I had no idea. My tear ducts were probably just too full and decided to leak on their own. First, it was my brain working on its own without permission and now my tear ducts. I mean, why not? My organs are on a goddamn roll after all. The cold I had felt earlier was long gone and I was more wide awake than before.