My Tears Mga Nobela at Kwento

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

It opened up on my floor and as soon as I was in my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it; breathing hard. I managed to move to the bed, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. My heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of sadness. As tears welled up in my eyes, a deep ache settled in my chest. I could feel the first tear escape, tracing a path down my cheek. It was warm against my skin, a tangible manifestation of the pain within. Soon, more tears followed, forming a steady stream that cascaded down my face. Each tear carried my moment of vulnerability and a release of pent-up emotions.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been the best of a leader to you all." I sniffed before each words, before controlling myself to try and limit the tears from coming down my eyes. But as I tried more and more from stopping those eyes from watering further, the pool of tears proved to be stronger than all the power left in me. I couldn't control myself, as the pain weakened all the nerves in my body, leaving crying as the only option left to do. "I tried so much, but she's not here. I miss her so so much."

During a family dinner with Liam, I brought up the idea of getting married sooner and starting a family. He immediately assumed I was after his family's wealth and only wanted to marry him for his money. In front of everyone, he slapped me more than a dozen times. Then he turned around and pursued his jealous childhood sweetheart. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave, but in a fit of rage, he shoved me down the stairs. That shove ended up breaking both my legs and fracturing my skull. I spent a month in the ICU before I finally regained consciousness. This time, I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I called my mother overseas. "Mom, about the inheritance you mentioned last time… I

The girl didn't move from her position as she whispered back to me, "I love you..." The truth behind the three words resonated within me. Each one, lifting a further weight from my chest. She loves me... It's odd that a simple three words could just flip your world upside down, but right then, I felt like I was living in the clouds. A single tear fell from my cheek. Tears have so much meaning behind them. Really, they represent a feeling so strong it can't be put into words. Extreme sadness, happiness or even anger. A single tear could represent a feeling so vivid, only a few select people could understand it. This tear represented sheer happiness combined with resent. That bitter feeling wh

"Matteo! Oh... damn it, Matteo..." I screamed his name into the misty darkness of the bathroom, shaking with the rhythm of the immense release that surged through the tub. My legs trembled, collapsing against the edges of the tub, the showerhead in my hands falling into the foamy water, scattering the bubbles, while I just stared breathlessly at the ceiling. As the warm, intense fluid rose from within me, mixing with the water in the tub, two hot tears streamed down my temples. But this time, the crying wasn't from anger or jealousy. It was tears of a raw, painful reality that tormented my soul.

I was supposed to protect her, and I had failed. Elena wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me close. The moment her heart beat against mine, something inside me snapped. I didn't know I had any tears left, but I broke down. I cried like a child into her shoulder, my body shaking with the weight of everything I had lost, everything I had done, and everything I couldn't undo. The tears were hot, burning my skin, filled with all the rage and sorrow I had been holding back for days.

This is not tears of pain or heartbreak, it is tears of joy, hope, and victory. “Jesus, Kim, why are you crying? Is it that bad?” He tried to take my plate but I grabbed it back, wiping my tears. “It's not that bad. I'm just……I'm just happy. These are tears of joy” I said, pointing at my eyes. He chuckled lightly. “Oh, I didn't know you liked it that much,” he said, wiping my tears with his thumb. “I will make sure to always make you breakfast every day for the rest of our lives”

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.