My Tears Burn My Eyes Novels & Stories

He demanded glaring at me, tears rolled down my eyes because of the unbearable pain he was causing me. "Yo-You're hurting me," I groaned as tears streamed down my eyes and while placing my hands on his chest. He looked at my tears and pushed me back while taking a step back. I watched him turn around while running his hand through his hair and biting his lower lip in anger.

I murmured, my tears hitting the glass >Mama

It's a threshold, a point of no return. As the taxi carries me away from the familiar, the tears I've restrained finally break free. I sob uncontrollably, the weight of the pain and loss I'm enduring crashing over me like a relentless wave. Each tear that escapes my eyes bears witness to a love that once burned brightly but now lies in smoldering ruins.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

He's right there staring at me like I'm a pitiful sight. "Because I will burn every single person responsible to the ground." His eyes don't flinch, they don't even give me a single crack to crawl through. "Every…Single… One." My chest heaves. The burning behind my eyes is spreading and I hate it. I have survived things that would have hollowed most people out completely, I have stood in rooms where everything was falling apart and kept my face still and my spine straight and my voice so level and I have never… A tear escapes and I feel it before I can stop it. Hot, traitorous tears running down my cheek like a confession I didn't mean to make. Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it…

Nothing hurts me more than watching a tear fall from this beautiful girl’s eyes. Each one is like a knife plunged into my heart. When I pull back and look into her eyes which are swimming in tears, for one fleeting minute, it’s like a curtain fell and she allowed me to see into her soul. I saw such sorrow and something deep in my chest hurt, so much so that it caught my breath. I feel tears burn the back of my eyelids. I’m an idiot. How could I not see it?

I gasped, tears burnt my eyes. Then I heard a knock on the door which made me jolt back