Mga Mata Y Nawalan Ng Luha Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Sa hindi malamang dahilan naramdaman ko nalang ang isang butil ng luha ang bumagsak sa pisngi ko kasabay ng pagyuko ko at pag iwas ng paningin ko mula rito. Bigla ko na lang naalala ang parating sinasabi sa 'kin ng aking Ama noon. 'No tienes ningún valor en este mundo Alana recuerda eso ' Mariin na pinikit ko ang aking mga mata bago 'to binuksan at bumuntong-hininga. "What do you want?" I asked coldly. Inangat ko uli ang mga mata ko at nakipag titigan rito gamit ang walang emosyon na mga mata ko.

Nawalan na ako ng gana. Padapa akong humiga sa kama. Nagulat ako nang makapa kong may luha na sa mata ko. Umiiyak na naman ako? Bakit parang ang babaw naman ng luha ko ngayon? Hindi ko maintindihan ang sarili ko. "Anak..." Si papa iyon, pero hindi ako sumagot. "Kali, what's wrong?" Ramdam ko ang pag-aalala ni Kuya Lucas, pero hindi pa rin ako sumagot.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

"Arrgh! Puta–" Agad siyang tumakbo at pasalampak na dinaluhan ang kasintahan, babad ang walang lakas na katawan nito sa sariling dugo. The site of his weakened eyes covered with tears was driving her insane. Nanginginig ang mga kamay niyang hindi malaman kung saan hahawakan o kung dapat ba na galawin ang katawan nito, natatakot siya! Kahit ang mga mata niya ay namamaga na sa matinding pag-iyak, natatabunan ang paningin niya ng mga luhang walang humpay sa pagdaloy kaya panaka-naka niya iyong pinupunasan gamit ang kamay. The hell she cares kung nabahiran na ng dugo ang buo niyang mukha! Ang mahalaga ay mamasdan niya ng mabuti ang mukha ng kanyang iniibig.

A bitter liquid. Manang Rita was quick enough to come to my aid saka hinipo-hipo ang likuran ko. Good thing I had ponytailed my hair right now kaya naman patuloy lang ako sa kakaduwal ng mapapait na likido ng walang kahirap-hirap. Nang maramdaman kong humuhupa na ang pakiramdam ko, agad na'kong nagmumog ng tubig and then wiped those beads of sweats from my forehead.

I stared at the tempting pieces of meat on the aluminium spoon wordlessly. I hadn't spoken a word to Gena since we arrived in California. My eyes had become puffy and red from too much crying. I cried till my lachrymal glands grew exhausted from producing tears. My throat was desiccated and sore from dehydration. My whole body was limb, it felt like my life force was slipping away from me.

The thought left an ache in my chest, a longing for something that could have been but was forced to remain dormant. The tears streamed down my face, the emotions surging like a tempest within me. I felt the world around me grow hazy as my mind grappled with the enormity of this revelation. How could I have been so blind to the signs? Or had I deliberately chosen to ignore them, afraid of the consequences they might entail?

Natasha dashed out of the studio, through the hallways, and out of the Twilight Pack Mansion. As she rode her horse back, tears streamed down her face. She had faced rejection many times, but this one felt different. Why did she feel so much pain for someone who wasn't even her true mate? The unanswered questions gnawed at her heart, making the ache even more unbearable.