Real Crying Eyes Novels & Stories

It was then she noticed Ruby's eyes were red and swollen, clearly from crying. She asked, "Ruby, why are your eyes so red? Did something happen?"

Eyes rimmed red, lips parted like he couldn't believe I was real. Raw. Hollow-eyed. Wet. I had never seen him cry. He was crying now. Not in heaving sobs. Not loud. Just tears slipping down his cheeks like something sacred was breaking. His mouth trembled. His jaw clenched. His eyes locked on mine like he was terrified to blink and lose me again. His eyes weren’t angry. Weren’t fierce. They were cracked wide open. Vulnerable in a way I didn’t know he could be. In a way that made me ache in places I didn’t have words for.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

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 The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.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 embraced are tight and warmed but it felt heavy, painful and yearning than usual. Yui looked at them in confused. This child has no idea what was happening. Noticing the pearly tears that falling on her Mother's almond and bluish eyes, he raised up his arm and tenderly wipes the tears with his thumb, "Why mama is crying? Don't cry…" lips are curving downward.

And you ended up without a functioning arm for four days. You're not really helping me right now. "Screw this." I huffed and threw my phone to the ground and held my temples. I shut my eyes in order to prevent the moisture from escaping from my eyes. I cry a lot, yes. I know I'm a mess. I cry when I'm sad, when I'm angry and even when I'm frustrated, like now. The tears just naturally make their way out of my eyes. But I didn't let them fall this time.

Even his jawline seemed less defined. But the most striking were his eyes. They were bloodshot, with red veins sprawling like spiderwebs across the whites. The dark circles beneath them were so heavy they looked like they were bruises from taking a punch or like splattered ink that had spread everywhere. His lips were chapped and peeling, with a patch of stubble he'd missed shaving at the corner of his mouth. As Natalie studied his appearance, her nose began to sting. He must have been suffering even more than she was.

SCARLETT My eyes open, and a low groan escapes my lips as I search for my phone. It’s a struggle to lift my heavy eyelids, and when I finally manage, I’m greeted by the sight of swollen, red eyes in the dim light. Sitting up, I realize my nose is congested, a clear aftermath of the relentless crying that seemed to have no end. The painkillers I took must have knocked me out, providing a temporary escape from the overwhelming emotions.

"No no no, baby please no. Adrian, come on baby. Keep y-your eyes open. D-don't close your eyes Adrian. I s-swear Adrian, don't close your e-eyes." My crying got worse and I could hardly speak. I pulled him out of my shoulder and placed his head on my lap. He looked up at me with tired eyes and he struggled to keep them open. My face was burning and wet from my tears. I couldn't breathe properly and I'm sure there was snot coming all out of my nose. No. Please no. I placed my hand on his cheek not caring about the blood. "Come on Adrian. Please don't close your e-eyes.

Aria POV I stood still in complete awe, still didn’t believe Sage walked out on me playing the victim. “Ah… none of this makes sense. Including Sage’s new behaviour.” I laughed- small laugh with a long breathe as I blinked my eyes a couple of times. To cool my brain, just maybe if it was possible. “ She’s bloody playing the victim here?” my eyes blurred with tears, I took my glasses off to avoid ruining my eyes. They say crying with cylindrical specs on makes your eyes shrink like a fallen yolk from a wither with gray spot. And I certainly won’t want that not until I read enough books to get rid of my sorrows.