Novel & Cerita So Many Tears I Cried

I thought as I cried After some minutes, sleep took over me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I opened my eyes the second day as the early morning breeze blew The curtain beside my bed flew from place to place My bed was soaked with tears I heaved a sigh remembering all what happened yesterday More tears rolled down my cheeks I knelt on my bed and stared outside through the window I cried continuously as I stared outside I even forgot completely that I had to go to school because I was really tired

I was not fucking okay. I started packing my things back inside my bag while my tears were beginning to fill in my eyes. I wanted to leave as soon as possible because I couldn’t take all these things that is going on right now. I should have kept my distance and stayed away so I don’t have to feel all hurt again. Tears began crawling over my cheeks while I was packing my things. I slumped on the ground while sobbing, unfinished baggage and broken heart. I don't wanna cry anymore. I'm so tired of getting hurt but why are my tears still crawling out from my eyes? Why does it hurt this much? Why did I still have to see what I saw last night?

As I did so, tears started falling from my eyes, tears that I didn’t know I was holding back. Gosh! I hate you so much, Bryse!

She said as Veronica continued to gaze at her. Veronica blinked her eyes, and it took her some moment before she finally spoke. “I’m tired of crying. For half a decade, there hasn’t been a day when my eyes didn’t shed tears. Happy tears, sad tears, angry tears, helpless tears, surprise tears, and so on. I have shed every kind of tear!”

I dropped down to the floor, trying to clean up my mess. "Damn it," I whimpered. I was losing it. It had been such a long fucking day. Barely keeping it together. On autopilot. So close to snapping. A warbling noise bubbled past my lips, tears welling in my eyes. I couldn't take it anymore. I tried not to cry. So hard, but I couldn't help the first sob slip past my lips. Everyone was staring at me. I could feel it. But damn it, if that didn't make the tears fall faster, humiliating me further.

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

Something hot. Tears.

Her eyes welled with tears, and she rushed toward me. “Aria,” she whispered, her voice trembling. I didn’t say anything. I just collapsed into her arms, clinging to her like she was my lifeline. A sob broke free from my chest, followed by another. The tears poured down my face, soaking her shoulder. Lena held me tightly, her hand gently stroking my hair. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “I’m here.” I cried harder, my body shaking. It felt like I was telling her everything I couldn’t say out loud — my frustration, my fear, my anger. All through my tears.

He barked. My eyes became teary without saying anything further. I turned and walked into my room. I just kept on crying. For Azelaic. For my mom, For my siblings. For myself. For not feeling good enough. For not feeling enough. For not doing what I wanted to do despite all the noise and the eye rolls and all the things I'd had to give up along the way. Hot tears streamed down my face, and I squeezed my eyelids shut in the hope my tears would stop. My choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time, and I lay in bed unmoving. Knock…knock…knock.

I don’t cry much, but when I did, it was because I was overwhelmed and everything was just too much for me. The tears ran down my face unchecked and I didn’t even bother to wipe them away. I could feel the lingering sadness, the pain of loss, like I’d lost one of my family members, but I wasn’t sobbing; I just needed to get the tears out, like it would rid me of the sadness.