Real Crying Eyes Novels & Stories

I woke up with my eyes red and puffy from crying. I sighed as I flinged the blue duvet over my body and got out of bed. The wooden floor felt cold against my bare feet as I sauntered to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could no longer recognize myself. My green eyes looked lifeless with dark bags underneath them from crying to much. My cheeks were hallowed like I have not eaten for days but they appeared there from the stress I've been passing through lately.

I was too ecstatic; I had been knocked sideways by that feeling so hard that before I noticed, suddenly, tears were flowing from my eyes like a cascade. Up she lifted her eyes to me, the large, brown orbs shining with concern, and she stretched up, small hands touching my face, wiping away the tears from it like a gentle magic. "Daddy," she softly murmured, the salve for fried nerves. "Why are you crying?" she asked, worry-laden.

Her eyes were red rimmed. "Why are you crying, Lena?"

His brows furrow. I freeze. The laughter dies. They’re all staring at me now. Staring and noticing the redness around my eyes. The tears I clearly missed wiping away. The lingering tremble in my hands. “Maeve?” Seyla questions. Four sets of eyes staring at me with so much concern it makes my skin physically itch. “I’m fine.” “You’re crying,” Seyla says softly. “No, I’m not.” Lyra tilts her head. “Babe, tears are literally running down your face.”

Her eyes are closed, scrunched, and her little hands are fisted but otherwise limp. My tears are streaming faster now. I try to keep it together. I can see that the nurses are worried, but they’re not crying like I am. I wonder if they’ve seen other babies pass away. I want to pull my hand away from the little body to swipe at my eyes, but I can’t let go of the little body. Splashes from my tears drip onto her little face, wetting her eyes and sliding down her nose as if the baby is crying, too.

And I know now that she is having a hard time trusting me and Uncle Vladimir. "H-How long have you been fooling me Thyro?" she asked, no matter how many times she wiped her tears, it still continued to disappear from her right. Her eyes are slightly red from crying, her nose is also red. I swallowed and looked straight into her eyes. Her eyes are full of sadness.

*Amber* When I wake up, I find Tjeck perched on the edge of my bed, his presence both a comfort and a weight in the air. His hand rests gently on top of mine, a silent connection that speaks louder than words. As I blink away the remnants of sleep, I can’t help but notice the redness in his eyes, the puffiness that suggests he’s been crying for what feels like an eternity. It’s a heart-wrenching sight, and the lump in my throat makes it impossible to articulate my thoughts.

I walked straight into the bathroom so I could go release the hot liquid that filled my bladder, my eyes were also hurting and I knew that it was as a result of me getting upset and crying. I was done urinating and I went ahead to brush my teeth, I took my tooth brush in my hand pressed the paste out and began brushing my teeth, taking my eyes up to the mirror, I almost screamed in horror. Dump struck and puzzled I touched my face which was red and a bit puffy, my eyes were swollen and very dark. What happened to me? I asked myself but I didn't get an answer because I was obviously talking to myself. I fucking cried myself to sleep yesterday band that's the reason for this. My skin looked ir

Whether realized or not, round eyes with curled feathers are dripping with a clear liquid called tears. His memory is back in view of recent events where throughout the last night he just stayed and cried. Crying over his family's situation that seemed no longer harmonious for a reason and it made him a little moaning miris. How a family built up over the years has all gone awry with just the presence of a third person. The love that his parents built up over the years had to end up being an idiotic thing not to be missed in the blink of an eye due to the presence of a third person in their lives.

He wept, tears streaming from his light blue eyes, loud, heaving sobs tearing from his throat, and still, he did not look away. Not until the sobs drove him to his knees did his determined gaze fall. His crying was both ferocious and a bit noisy. "Where dah fu*k did I come from?" He said as he scratched his head nonstop He blinked briny tears from bloodshot eyes, his thick lashes stuck together in clumps as if he'd been swimming. The tears made wet tracks down his face and dripped from his stubbled, wobbling chin. Clear watery snot streaked from his flaring nostrils down his red mottled skin to his open quivering lips.