Mengapa Air Mata Keluar Sendiri Novels & Stories

Something I longed for and hadn't realized. After a drop of water fell on my right hand causing me to look up. Moving my eyes up from the sink to the mirror I took in my appearance. Still dressed in Nick's clothes I looked warm. I felt warm and sad, but warm. I hadn't realized I was crying until I saw a tear streak and another tear falling beside it. Why am I crying? Is it bad that I don't know the reason for my own tears? I'm a therapist, I should know, right?

I asked myself then wiped off my tears and poured water on my face. I had about two bottles of water in my car.. I splashed it on my face, sat in my car, and waited for my swollen and red eyes to come back to normal. “It is okay for you to cry, my boy.. It doesn't mean you are weak, it means you have emotions and are ready to move to a new part, Mateo.” I remembered my mother's words and I nodded my head. “I would give up everything just to have you both here, Mum and Dad.”

I was about to wonder where it had come from till I saw my reflection in the glass window beside me. My eyes had turned red while tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks. I quickly grabbed a paper towel, wiping the tears off my face. “Why am I crying?….” I slowly whispered to myself. But as soon as my lips parted, my chest suddenly felt heavy while a knot formed in my throat. I choked out on the air rushing to my guts causing my eyes to well up even more. I raised my head and gasped for air, trying as much as possible to stop myself from crying. But I guess that triggered it even worse as hot tears rushed down my cheeks.

I'm experiencing prolonged stress. I ran again to the bathroom when I felt all my intestines want to come out. My throat hurts because my nose is forced to hurt. After all, the clear liquid is half out through my nose. My tears came out non-stop. With a weak body, I cried again. I easily cry over trivial things.

I am so angry at myself; why do I always have to cry? I told myself that I would be strong for Mommy, but I just kept disappointing myself. It’s so hard not to cry; it is something I find very hard to control. I guess that had something to do with the fact that I have been sitting beside the door to mommy and daddy’s room. Mommy has been crying for so long, and I know Daddy is trying to get her to calm down, but she isn’t. Ugh! Why does Mommy have to be like this?

And you ended up without a functioning arm for four days. You're not really helping me right now. "Screw this." I huffed and threw my phone to the ground and held my temples. I shut my eyes in order to prevent the moisture from escaping from my eyes. I cry a lot, yes. I know I'm a mess. I cry when I'm sad, when I'm angry and even when I'm frustrated, like now. The tears just naturally make their way out of my eyes. But I didn't let them fall this time.

And better still, some may neither have at all nor be a carrier. 'Really?' said Eniiyi who had rather been secretly harbouring a wish for siblings. 'Yes, my dear.' 'Is there a cure for it?' she asked hopefully. 'Unfortunately, there is no cure for Triple A Syndrome yet. But Alacrimia can be managed by either applying topical lubricants such as artificial tears or ointments or with a procedure called punctal occlusion. This one closes the tear ducts that drain tears from the eye.' 'Can I do the punctal one?' Eniiyi asked, feeling hopeful again.

We're only lively when we're with our mate, the sane goes to him. My embarrassment clouded how bad I wanted to just drown in the pool of my own tears. I passed through a lot and needed a break but another issue just pops out again. How can I not tear up..? Letting it go, I stepped out of the car too as I followed after Mira. Patting my eyes with a hands, I wanted to feel more relaxed only that it felt more wrong. "Are you okay or do you still need to cry..?" Mira teased.

But the smile felt hollow, like it was just an empty shell. As I continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror, I felt my emotions rising to the surface. Before I knew it, I was crying uncontrollably, my makeup running down my face. The sight of my own reflection was too much to bear. All I could think about were the events leading up to this moment, and I couldn't stop the sobs from coming.

I couldn't control my tear as if spill from my eyes. I don't know why I am crying, because of aching in my ankle or in my heart? I am so confused about my own feeling and emotional. Neither I am understand it nor I am able to control it. My emotions always spill in form of tears. "Okay..... Okay !!! I am not touching it......! Don't cry. Come , I'll take you to your room, I'll apply ointment on it. You will get relieved from the pain." He said making me stand.