Novel & Cerita My Tears Burn My Eyes

My eyes clouding back up with more shitty tears, with pain dancing inside me I shifted my burning gaze back at his face, but immediately I did and immediately he saw my tears, he tries to yet again come close and touch me, that I would never let him do anymore. "Iris" Rasing his fingers up with his light eyes still pierced right on mine, he tries to wipe the tears away from my eyes, but with the rage and awful pain burning inside me, I stopped him halfway as I pushed his hands back. Pushing his hands away from myself, as fast as my legs could carry I lifted it up and staggered a step back away from him, away from the one person that has now hurt me so badly beyond repair Staggering my legs a

Tears burn my eyes, but I force them back, biting my quivering lip. As I stride down the hallways, on my way to the Penthouse office, I earn myself looks of curiosity but I brush them aside. I feel so upset about everything. About being hated, about being married, about cheating. They all weigh down on my heart as my sadness stretches. I burst into Luca's office, the door swinging shut behind me. The sound echoes through the room, a stark contrast to the silence that follows. My chest heaves, as tears threaten to spill, my words stuck in my throat. Luca’s gaze rises from the papers scattered on his desk. His eyes pierce my own tearful ones, looking dead into my soul.

The fire roars to life, leaping out of the hearth in an explosive burst. The fire surges forward, engulfing my hands, but I do not flinch. The searing heat licks at my skin. Yet, my face remains stoic, locked onto the inferno before me. I allow the flames to caress my skin for the heat is a mere whisper against my form. A single tear, born from the depths of anguish, forms at the corner of my eye. Slowly, the tear traces a path down my chiselled cheek and I wipe it before it falls down. “Ozar,” Kaine says behind me.

The shadows they cast mirrored the depth of her fatigue, serving as a constant reminder of the nights spent silently weeping or struggling to find solace in restless dreams. Rose's once bright and vibrant eyes now drooped lazily, lacking their usual sparkle and verve. They seemed heavy, burdened by the weight of unshed tears and unspoken worries. Their luster had dimmed, like a flickering flame desperately clinging to its last embers. Each blink appeared slow and deliberate, as if summoning the strength to stay open was an arduous task in itself.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

Her eyes flickered with surprise as his firm hands slid across her cheeks, wiping a tear away from her face. His gaze burnt like never before, the sun was a weak comparison to the affection that burnt in his magical eyes. She did not want to cry, she had refused to break down, it was all a hoax so it should not have any effect on her. But the man in front of her broke down her walls, destroyed the damn dam that held back her tears. Water flowed like water fall from her eyes, trailed down her face like melting crystals, and burnt her skin like lava. She had never felt so weak, so fickle and broken.

she demanded, tears of happiness rolling down her eyes. TBC!!

My voice trailed off again. My eyes burnt so bad and it wasn’t until I could feel the salty taste of my own tears on my lips that I realized I’d already started crying. Tears poured out of my eyes as if the floodgates had been opened and I swear I tried, I tried to stop the tears, to blink them back but I couldn’t. It hurts. This hurts.

And then suffocated that poor little soul mercilessly. Killian’s eyebrows narrowed when something wet rolled down his cheek. Only then he realized it, his throat was tight, too tight and it was almost choking him in unspoken pain. He hadn’t even noticed when his eyes began to burn and the tear slipped free. His vision blurred. The salt sting mixed with the fire in his gaze. Red strings of blood spread through his bloodshot eyes like the roots of a tree. The crystal drop trembled on the edge of his chin before falling into the air. Another escaped, sliding down over his scarred cheek.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."