My Tears Burn My Eyes Novels & Stories

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 The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

His eyes shot flames at me, and I felt myself getting burned. “Do you know how terrible that’s going to be for me? Knowing that this would be last time I get to hold you. I would have to replay this damned moment in my fucking mind, again and again just to keep me sane.” “I’m sorry,” tears finally dropped from my eyes. “Crying wouldn’t solve this. Nothing would solve this, I have lost my Amore!” I could see the flames in his eyes reduce he was fighting off tears, anger, and sadness.

So what’s the point? The check blurred as tears filled my eyes and spilled over. My throat burned as I whispered the words that ripped me apart. “Okay…”

Yours forever, Zander Tears spring from my eyes and don’t stop until I can’t cry any more tears.

My tears blurred my vision. “Stop making this expensive joke!”

My eyes fixated on the roaring inferno that seemed to consume everything in its path. I couldn't believe this was happening. Everything around me seemed to blur as I frantically searched for my grandmother despite the hungry flames. My heart pounded in my chest, tears streamed down my cheeks, my vision becoming more misty. Smoke stings my eyes, tendrils of embers even wanting to scar my legs. This feeling of hurt is overwhelming. I couldn't understand why this was happening. I cannot even fathom what my grandmother has done to deserve this. I’m the one deserved to burn. Not her.

The words come out and a single tear drops from my eye, rolling down my cheek. ##########

My black eyes as Remy said they had turned to. I fell to my knees in all the debris, pieces of furniture and shards of glass. Looking at my hands, they were still on fire. I didn’t know that I was crying until I felt cold tears running down my face. I hunched my shoulders inwards and I let my head hang. A sob escaped my lips. “Am I becoming some evil thing?”

" I said as I packed our stuffs making Bell confused. "Theo. Talk to me what's wrong? What's happening?" She asked as she stood watching me move from the cabinets to our suitcase. I didn't answer so she stood in front of me and made me look into her eyes. "Teddy tell me what's wrong?" She asked gently and before I knew it something came out of my eyes. The tears kept on flowing and I touched them and looked at Bell. "What are these? Why is it so good yet so painful?" "Oh baby. Those are called tears and they come out when we are in so much pain that we can't endure it anymore." She said making me hug her.

Since then I hadn’t forgiven her, and it seemed I won’t forever. Alone in the room now, I realized my tears had dropped on the dried leaf on my palm, and then my tears burned it to asses. That is why my granny doesn’t want me to cry. My tears can burn anything when am in great pain. Yes, my tears can burn anything except the human being. I swiftly cleaned my tears before they dropped on the typewriter and the picture. The tears filled my eyes, and I felt like burning everything in my room, but the fear of regretting later held me back.