Mengapa Air Mata Keluar Sendiri Novels & Stories

But as I stripped off the clothes and stepped into the shower, the hot water streaming over my skin, the tightness in my chest didn’t ease. I stood there for a long time, my forehead pressed against the cool tile, watching as the water swirled down the drain. It took me longer than it should have to realize that the burning in my eyes wasn’t from the heat. I squeezed them shut, tilting my face up, letting the water wash away the tears I refused to acknowledge. Maybe this was just exhaustion. Maybe it was the weight of everything finally catching up to me. Or maybe—just maybe—Colton had been right all along.

The chilled air purged his lungs, and little tears clung on his eye bags, begging to be freed. But he was not crying, It was the air that got into his eyes, producing this salty water. He did not clean his eyes. He liked the fact that he was visibly crying. Even though these tears were not real, were not the result of heated emotions. He never cried. All his life..

Kenapa airmataku mau keluar. "Maaf, saya tinggal ke toilet dulu." Aku bergegas meninggalkan mereka menuju pintu keluar samping. Bukan toilet tujuanku. Sampai di luar ruangan, aku hanya bersandar di dinding luar dan akhirnya sesunggukan menangis sendiri tanpa tahu apa yang kutangisi. Yang jelas dada ini seperti penuh ganjalan yang menyesakkan. Kuhapus airmata yang mulai membasahi kelopak mata dengan tisu sebelum jatuh ke pipi dan merusak make up ku.

I stepped out of her wing and leaned against the wall. And that’s when I felt it. A drop of water hit my hand. I frowned and looked up. Nothing. Then another drop landed on my skin. It took me a second to realize it wasn’t water from the ceiling. It was me. I was crying. Not dramatic sobbing. Just silent tears sliding down without permission. I wiped them quickly, annoyed at myself. I don’t have time to fall apart. Not now. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes for a moment. I need to hold it together.

I turned on the tap, splashing water onto my face repeatedly to wash away the tears that would not stop falling. Why am I crying? Was the song too sad? No, that is not it. Jealousy. Is it because he was singing for the girl he loves? No, definitely not. Pain. There is a vague sense of pain. I shook my head, trying to clear away all my troubles while splashing more water on my face to regain my senses. Ten or fifteen minutes later, I turned off the faucet and looked up to see my face dripping wet. It seemed the tears had finally stopped flowing. My eyes only felt slightly stung because I had accidentally splashed too much water.

I wanted to tidy up myself, but I avoided bending down as much as possible. As I sat alone, munching on rice cakes and watching the Taiwanese movie "Man in Love," tears filled my eyes. The story's depth and the characters' emotions resonated deeply with me, reflecting my own experiences and struggles. Scene after scene, I found myself overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. The story of this movie is so deeply touching, you can learn many lessons from it.

I'd cried enough for today. I changed into a simple pair of black leggings that was beginning to bag a little on me and an oversized sweatshirt. I searched for aspirin and downed four with Mom's half-full bottled water. Crying did come with throbbing aches, especially around the temples, and left one feeling drained—emotionally and physically. "You keep staring, Mom. Is there something on my face? A wart, maybe? At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if that appeared on my face."

The hurt is always there, just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow me whole A sob escapes my throat, the sound startling me in the quiet of the room. I don’t recognize it this broken, desperate noise that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. I press my hand to my mouth, trying to stop the flood of tears, but it’s too late. The dam has broken, and the tears pour out uncontrollably, like a river that’s been held back for far too long.

Not knowing exactly what he was thinking about or why he was this worried. Alex felt as if there was something wet on his face. He wiped the water away and wondered where it might have come from...A few seconds later, he felt as if there was water on his face..Alex froze and slowly wiped the tear from his cheek. Tears, these are tears. Alex was stunned, he couldn't believe he was actually crying. The last time he cried was when his mother passed on and since then, he never shed a tear for anyone. Alex tried to calm his mood. I will be getting engaged to Kim, I must not feel this way...I need to focus..fortune was only a girl I wanted to have some fun with, that's it so why am I feeling this

I'm not thinking properly. And the pitter-patter sound of rain pouring over the glass window and balcony is very soothing. I walked towards the bed on my wobbly legs and climb under the comforter. Covering my body upto my neck, I curled myself with my knees close to my chest, making myself as small as I can. My eyes still are fixed out of the window as pools of tears started raining from my eyes, mirroring the rain outside. I don't even know why am I crying. Is it because of my past, or because of the way Brandon treated me? But whatever it is, it's really making me cry in frustration, and helplessness.