My Tears Burn My Eyes Novels & Stories

Everything was back to how it was previously. Instead of doing anything, Miracle got under her blanket and let her tears wet her pillow. She didn't understand why, but the lady's pain felt like her own, pressing heavily on her heart.

Reports describe sudden bursts of pale-blue flames followed by immediate burning that she cannot control. My eyes glistened with tears the more I read.

Just that. For some reason, my eyes burned.

Tears stung my eyes and slipped down my temples. "Fuck…I am indeed pathetic".

“ I can't shower, the wounds they'll hurt.” “ But you have to Cara Mia.” I muttered softly, “ I know you're hurt but you need to wash him off, every single trace of him.” Her eyes welled, making my heart twist, the urge to cause arson burned anew, filling my veins. “ But it won't wash away what he did to me.” Her voice broke as she palmed her eyes as she sobbed. I wanted to wipe those tears off her eyes. Each drop felt like poison, burning me from the inside out.

They even had no idea that every time we argued, Eric would always threaten to throw me out of his life until my sinking self-esteem convinced me as well that I was worthless. As crying proved to be a therapeutic way of releasing one's heartaches, I felt better after shedding the last drop of tears from my eyes. I washed my face and dried it with a paper towel, applying a thicker layer of makeup afterward. Cosmetics has its ways of projecting a fake image, and so I came out fresh as if I hadn't poured out a bucket of tears. "Better?" Mr. Grey greeted me with a worried smile as soon as I stepped out. He was already on his white undershirt though he was still on his slacks.

"Blake, your indifference towards me is palpable, and it hurts deeply." My lips never formed those words. This consumes my thoughts. As I fix my gaze upon him, my eyes brim with tears that cascade down my cheeks. His eyes bore into mine, brimming with a profound sadness that seemed to defy explanation or understanding.

The air around me felt thicker, heavier. I closed my eyes and let out the loudest scream I could manage, feeling the intense heat rising to my face. My tears burned like boiling water as they trickled down my cheeks, each drop leaving an invisible scar. What was wrong with me? Reality hit like a slap to the face—I was truly dying, and no one could save me.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

With the way she looked, I doubt she could even harm a forest firefly. She sat on the ground, tears forming above her eyelids. I almost felt a glint of pity. Almost. I couldn't seem to take my eyes away from her petite figure, and it seemed she noticed because she soon started searching the crowd. Just as I was about to look away, I felt something burn inside of me. The fire was hotter than nothing I had ever experienced. The burn fierce, dangerous, but yet warm and comforting. My eyes finally met with sparkling blue eyes…