Shed Tears Novels & Stories

Bahagya namang kiniliti ang puso ko, dahilan para mapalingon ako sa kaniya. Pero nagkunwari pa rin akong cold dahil hindi ko pa rin magawang ngumiti. At ang sunod na ginawa niya ay ginamit niya ang teddy bear para mag-sorry ulit sa akin. Nagawa niya pa ngang baguhin ang boses niya na parang isang cute na bata. "Sorry na nga po, please forgive me.." At para naman akong nadala sa pagpapa-cute niya kaya naman awtomatikong lumabas ang ngiti ko. Ewan ko ba at pagdating sa kaniya, parang hindi ko magawang magkunwari. "Oo na, sige na, forgiven ka na," sabi ko na ikinalabas ng ngiti niya.

huling sambit niya bago umalis sa harapan ko dahilan upang tumulong muli ang aking mga luha. Ito ang gusto mo, Keishana. Ito ang gusto mo kaya wag kang iiyak iyak diyan! I wipe my tears away using my bare hands as I smiled to myself painfully and turn my back to leave. Hindi ko akalaing mahahantong ang lahat sa ganito.

It was the loss of my child. The tears came then, a torrent of grief that shook my body, wracked my soul. They were tears of anger, of frustration, of profound, gut-wrenching sadness. Tears of regret, of what-ifs, of could-have-beens. Tears of pain, of loss, of a future stolen, a dream shattered. Tears that flowed endlessly, a relentless stream of sorrow that seemed to have no end.

Ginamit ni Mike ang pinakamadaling maunawaang paraan para ipaliwanag ang mga bagay kay Layla. Nang marinig ni Layla ang balita, tumulo ang mga luha sa kanyang mukha. "Paano namatay si Shea?" Napa- pout si Layla sa labi at umiyak ng umiyak. "Ayokong mamatay si Shea... Kaibigan natin siya at tita natin siya!"

Leaving. Just hearing that term makes me want to cry. Just thinking that I will leave them tomorrow tears stream down my cheeks. They are neither happy nor sad tears. They are tears from every emotion I've ever felt or created in this place. They're tears of regret for not being able to remain. I'm wishing I didn't have to go. I wish I had more alternatives.

Paano pa kaya rito kapag nalaman na nito? Ayaw niyang makita ang mga luha nitong nasasaktan. Ayaw niyang marinig ang mga pagtangis nito dahil sa pagkawala ng kanilang anak. Hindi niya kaya iyon. Hindi para sa babaeng mahal niya at sa pamilyang noon pa ma'y pinangarap niya na kasama ito. Stefano felt the movement of Leila's hand that he was holding. He quickly wiped his tears and looked at her.

Napaigtad ako ng pagak siyang tumawa at marahas niyang pinunasan ang luhang kumawala mula sa mga mata niya. "These tears secretly flow down on my cheeks every night, Serene." Napailing siya. "Akala ko ubos na, meron pa pala." He let out a deep sigh. "Fine, if you don't want me to explain myself to my daughter, please explain it to her. I don't want to do the same mistake twice, Serene. You've already misunderstood me and that's enough."

CHAPTER 395 "Pasensya na po kayo tay kung iniiwasan po namin kayo. Hindi nyo naman din po kami masisisi ng mga kapatid ko kung sasama ang loob namin sa inyo dahil sa nangyare kay nanay," sagot naman ni Shiela kasabay ng paglandas ng luha nya sa kanyang pisngi dahil naalala na naman nya ang kanilang ina na umasa sa pagbabalik ng kanilang ama. Kaagad din naman nyang pinunasan ang kanyang luha gamit ang palad nya.

The rain was no longer a mere weather phenomenon; it had become a symbol of their shared pain and heartache. And amidst the rain and thunder, Summer's cries became a cathartic release, a way to let go of the love that had become a burden. The heavens wept alongside her, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, nature itself understood the depths of human emotion. Summer's tears mixed with the rain as she allowed herself to grieve the loss of not only a relationship but also a friendship that had once been the cornerstone of her life. The rain-soaked streets bore witness to her pain, a testament to the love that had been shattered by betrayal. And as the storm raged on, Summer walked forw

Bumaba ang tingin niya sa akin at iniangat ko ang tingin sa kanya. He might lose his endorsement because of me. "Sorry din po sa nangyari, Sir." I bit my lower lip. "Why are you sorry?" he asked. Nakakunot pa ang noo. "Kasi baka po masira ang career mo dahil sa nangyari..." sagot ko, bumaba ang tingin ko sa sapatos ko. Nasira na iyon. My Converse shoes that I got for myself after I've done many comissions to save money for it. 3 years old pa lang iyon ngunit nasira na dahil sa pangyayaring naganap kanina.