Real Crying Eyes Novels & Stories

Chapter 105 Ellie Max seldom cries and, when he cries he usually means it . He doesn't cry crocodile tears , what I do know for a fact is that when something really scares him his sensitive side comes out . I placed my palms in his wet cheeks and kissed him . He leaned in and kissed me back when I opened my eyes he took a deep breath and hugged me . I hugged him back and he held me tighter . He was still crying and I kissed his shoulder and pulled back to look at his stormy grey eyes that were now red and his face reflected doubt and fear.

She asks with a tense on her face. Tears come out of my eyes, go down to my cheeks. “Baby, hey… why are you crying?” Lena gets up from her seat and stands on her knees next to me. “Hey…” She wipes my tears. I can’t help but keep crying, I’m not crying because I’m sad, I cry because I’m happy. “Baby… I’m so sorry… if you’re not ready… I got it… let’s forget it” She says as she cups my cheek. I cry like a little kid who finds her lost toy in the park.

I don't know how long we stay in each other's arms crying, I don't know what's going on around us, I only know that Jareth is destroyed and that I'm breaking to pieces. There are no questions, I don't hear the cameras clicking pictures. I can only hear Jareth's racing heart and his crying that mixes with the sound of my tears. The pain is evident, so much so that, we separate and continue to cry. His eyes red from crying and his cheeks wet, showed that a waterfall had come out of his eyes at the pain he feels.

He managed to splash the water onto his face without making a mess, but his eyes felt like they were stinging. When he lifted his head slightly, he could see how puffy and red his green eyes were. They also seem to look sort of neon because of the number of tears shed. Whenever he cries this much, his eyes turn into a brighter shade of green then it already was. He went to touch the skin right below his left eye using the first three fingers on his left hand. It felt tight and rigid. He sniffed back any stray tears that were trying to come out, turned off the faucet, and left the bathroom with a heavy feeling tugging at his heartstrings.

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.

With all my might, I tried to open my eyes and adjust my vision to the surrounding light. Vaguely in a state of vision that was still not completely clear, I saw he was already conscious and was stroking my face. My heart jumped with joy. “Finally, you’ve come to your senses. Are you feeling better?” I opened my eyes wide and looked at him carefully. However, I suddenly felt sad, like being sliced by a knife. I covered my face with my palms, trying to hide the tears that were running down my face. I have tried to hold back the tears, but the tears keep flowing down my face like a waterfall and make my eyes swollen. The longer I hold it, the more tears will come out.

I pull my knees tight against my chest, letting my head fall against them as I sob uncontrollably. I sit there in the shower crying until the water turns cold. I stand up and turn the water off, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the shower. I glance at myself in the mirror. Red, swollen eyes. Splotchy, puffy cheeks and I don't even feel a tiny bit better.

I was about to stand up, when a little girl with red eyes walked inside the room. “Dad! I need your help.” She yelled and ran toward Vladimir's arms. He kissed the girl's forehead and asked “What happened, baby?” The girl was almost in tears, her eyes were completely red, her irises were in fact deep red, and the white part was red from all the crying going on.

Her entire frame convulsed with quiet, exhausted sobs that looked like they hurt to breathe through. My heart clenched. I closed the door softly behind me, and at the sound, her head lifted. Her eyes were swollen, red, and glassy. Her face was blotched from crying, her lashes clumped with tears that refused to dry. When she looked at me, it was like she was searching for something…anything…that might convince her the pain wasn’t permanent. Her lips trembled. Pink. Wet. Glistening from where she had bitten them back again and again to keep herself from breaking louder.

Her eyes were already heating up, and water spots had begun to escape, along with stifled sobs. ***