Novel & Cerita My Tears

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.

The door slams shut after me and I take a moment to allow everything to sink in before starting my car and driving away. The windshield and road beyond it blur as tears fog my vision. I do my best to blink them away. When it becomes impossible to blink the tears away, I pull over along the side of the road and finally allow myself to cry. Tears stream down my face, leaving it feeling hot and sticky. I mourn the loss of my mate and the family I will never get to have.

I said, but there was still no response. Despite my efforts to hold back my tears, I couldn't stop them from flowing. I was overwhelmed by the weight of my emotions, and the tears came pouring out of my eyes like a river. Each drop that fell held so much pain and anger at my own helplessness. "I can't bear to see you like this, Jerry. Please wake up," I begged, my voice cracking with emotion. As another tear rolled down my cheek, I knew he wouldn't wake up soon. But the thought of seeing him like this was tearing me apart.

“Well. That’s pretty definitive.” I nodded once. Then again. And then I started crying. Rachel blinked. “Wait… are those happy tears or sad tears? I thought you said we were happy.” “I am,” I said quickly, swiping at my face. “These are happy tears. They’re also terrified tears. And overwhelmed tears. And what-if-Stacy-doesn’t-want-this tears.” Rachel turned fully toward me, taking both of my hands. “Listen to me, Beth. Stacy is going to be over the goddamn moon.”

he says quietly, stepping aside to let me pass. I stand there for a moment, breathing through the ache in my chest before I start moving again. Rena appears at the corner, her mouth parting as if to speak, but I walk past her without a word, my steps heavy as I climb the stairs. By the time I reach my room and close the door behind me, everything I’ve been holding in finally breaks. My knees give way, and I sink to the floor, silent tears streaming down my face. I press my hand over my mouth to stop the sobs from escaping, but the pain rips through me anyway — quiet, raw, unbearable.

Then tears streamed down her stunning face. A gasp escaped Fiona’s lips, and her eyes were wide in disbelief at the cruelty of Preston leaving his new bride alone at Home Affairs. Fiona hugged her best friend tightly with tears brimming in her eyes and said, “I am so sorry, my dearest Brooklyn. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Why didn’t you call me after that heartless man abandoned you? I would have come and picked you up.”

Ophelia's eyes turned red as tears kept rolling down her cheeks. Edward set the cooked noodles on the table in the living room without even taking off his apron. He was about to get her a glass of orange juice when he looked down and noticed her tearful expression. For a moment, his heart throbbed in pain. Ophelia rarely cried, yet she was crying rather miserably in a pitiful state. Tears kept flowing down her cheeks. "What happened, Ophelia? Who bullied you? Is this about those nasty things the reporters said? Or did the fans say something?"

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, star

- she begged, feeling tears running down her cheeks. Finally he approached Ye Eun, holding an object in his hand. Finally she recognized closely what it was - a vial filled with colorless liquid. Later, however, her eyes went to the face of the captor. From the beginning Ye Eun kind of knew it was him, but it's not his face she wanted to see. If it would be someone else, a stranger, she could understand. But him? They knew each other so well, and despite various strange situations, she never thought that he would be able to hurt her.

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.