So Many Tears I Cried Novelas e Histórias

what did I ever do to deserve being treated like this. Right now the tears are pouring out of my eyes that I can't even see right, I thought I had no tears left to cry but it seems there's a surplus supply of them, my heart is broken no that's the wrong word it's shattered. I'm angry because I don't want to cry but they keep coming no matter how much I try to stop it I can't. that annoys me because I can't even control my tears.

I wanted to break free, to scream, but the lessons had taken that away from me too. *** I turned to see tears streaming down Lyron's face. “Please don't cry for me. It's just sad if you do.” “But–” “Shhh.” “O–ok,continue.”

-RAINA'S POV- Tears. Only my heat made me cry. Other than that, I've never bawled like this. Well, there was that time at the hospital when I thought I would lose Valen because we were unfortunate soulmates, and right now that familiar despair dwelled like a house filled with rodents in my gut. Unwanted but hard to get rid of. Hyperventilate-crying, I sniveled miserably, wiping my face countless times with the back of my hand.

—those were the only words I heard from him. I never saw any sympathy from him. I never seen the care that I ised to see in his eyes.. I wiped my tears dry and just left his office. I ran to the restroom, and I don't care if Sandy saw me in diapers like I was a broken glass. I cried inside the cubicle, and I burst out like a dam filled with so much water.

I pleaded in a hoarse voice, I was looking like a total mess while I managed to find my way upstairs, at this point my tears were flowing on their own, I entered the bathroom, and broke down in tears, I was crying so loud and hard, hoping my pains could go away, I never knew loving someone was going to hurt this much, I felt like my heart were about to shatter, my emotions were overflowing, I cried till I couldn't cry anymore, I was hiccupping as my tears mixed with my running nose, I’m just twenty do I deserve this pain,

He dissolved, disappearing into thin air so suddenly it felt like a physical blow. A hollow ache formed in my chest, and I staggered back, my outstretched hand falling uselessly to my side. My knees buckled, and I fell to my knees. The room blurred as tears filled my eyes, I squatted there in the middle of my room and cried out my eyes. I have been crying so much for days now and it didn’t seem like it was going to end anytime soon. I could not see myself moving past my father’s death. Everytime I thought of him was enough to draw out stream of tears from my eyes.

her voice cracked and I pulled away from her. She was falling out of her eyes were golden tears. "You have gone through so much.”

When she saw my excitement, she stared at me in disbelief. I ran into Joe and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back and cried, it started with sobs, but then graduated into real, loud tears. It was an emotional sight that day. I wish tears came down my eyes, but I was numb as usual. You know I have this stupid disorder that makes me unable to produce tears, except I induce it with an artificial item, like making use of artificial tears. "Ariana" he cried. His tears soaked my nightie. I was still in my nightie because I had not gotten out of bed since the previous night.

The silence pressed in on me, and despite my best efforts to hold it together, the tears finally broke free. I cried quietly, burying my face in my hands as the pain I’d been holding back washed over me in waves. It wasn’t just about Lorenzo. It was all of that. The fear, the betrayal, the loneliness. It was all so heavy, and at that moment I allowed myself to be overwhelmed by it. I didn’t know how long I sat there, letting the tears fall, but eventually, the sobs subsided, leaving me feeling hollow and exhausted. I wiped my eyes and sniffled a little, attempting to compose myself.

’ Without realizing it, my cheeks start to feel wet, bringing my hand up, I unconsciously wipe at the tears. “Shit, why am I even crying?” But the tears freefall from my eyes now. And not the soft, quiet kind with pretty sobs, but full-blown ugly crying from reading a few notes on documents. What the hell is wrong with me? This time, I let myself be consumed by the tears and the ache that I feel deep in my chest. I cry for my father, who sacrificed so much, yet still lost in the end. I cry for my mother, who got caught up in the middle of this much like me and my sister. I cry for my sister, who I’ve not seen or heard of in months.