My Tears Burn My Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Tears start burning my eyes as I recognize the Golden Retriever. “Goldie?” I whisper.

The laugh died completely, turning into a loud, broken sob. The tears came back all at once, bursting from my eyes and soaking straight into the dark collar of his shirt. I didn't mean to do it. I tried to stop it, but the crying just ripped out of me. My whole body began to shake with deep, hard gasps, my chest jerking against his wide chest as I wept. It wasn't because I was scared of the fire anymore. It wasn't because of the fresh, painful burn on my skin, or the terrifying memories of the doctor, my father, and Leone.

"I will not carry dead weight. Especially not in the person who is supposed to be my right hand." My eyes started burning. I blinked rapidly‚ trying to hold it together‚ but the tears were already forming and there was nothing I could do to stop them. Then the next two words he said shattered me completely. "You're fired."

Worse, she'd tear every last secret from his shattered mind. I couldn't let that happen, so I raised the gun. Jayden's eyes went wide with shock the instant I fired. I knew, in his eyes, I was no different from Alan now.

My hair clings to my face like icicles. I would scream. But I have no voice. My throat is desiccated; my vocal cords feel seared. I only gape at the nothing like a fish cast onto shore. And I cry. I don’t know when the tears began, but they’re already there. They run down my face, bite into burned wounds, sear my skin. Even the tears hurt. My heart… My heart is breaking. Not only from the pain. From the image still flickering behind my eyes like a botched, rewound memory.

That they are leaving their mark upon their chosen mate, sharing strength and memories. Maybe I shared too much strength? That might explain why I felt so out of it after. I remember pulling back and looking down into his eyes. There were tears in his mocha eyes. It was strange to see tears in his eyes or any man. I don’t even remember seeing involuntary tears in his eyes while he was treated for the burns.

I shut my eyes to prevent the tears from burning my eyes. It’s time to say goodbye to love.

As my throat begins to automatically burn from using my vocals, while tears from the pain begin to pool in my eyes. His head immediately turned to look at me, and I tried to keep my head down, not wanting to look him in the eyes, but I could feel his eyes upon me like daggers. Raising my head I look at him, with my tears still threatening to spill from them, as I look into the eyes of the man that killed my entire family.

I turned toward the glowing horizon, my eyes burning with silent tears. “Then let them burn.”