Novel & Cerita Strawberry Tears

It looks delicious, "Rem knows I love cheese." "What the fuck? this isn't food," River growls, pulling out a baguette and then a plastic container with chocolate covered strawberries, "What am I going to eat? Wait, why are you crying?" I carefully put the charcuterie board down and cover my face, forcing myself to control it. But happy tears are always the hardest to control. I don't have much practice, since I don't really cry happy tears too much. But these are happy tears... mostly.

I couldn’t eat, I rejected every food tray. Tired of being at unease, I took of my clothes and ran myself a warm strawberry, bubble bath. I climbed into it, letting the warm liquid suit my skin. I took deep breaths enjoying the strawberry scent that hit my nose from the bathtub. My stomach churned. Everything was not right and it all started from Gibson. I fisted my palms, clenching my teeth in misery. I couldn’t wait to make him pay for everything he did to me. Tears freely flowed down my cheeks. I pressed my lips, trying hard not to cry out loud, but sobs flew out of my mouth. My shoulders quavered.

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

Mess because of His one word 'STRIP' Word "STRIP" , made her heart shattered into billions of pieces like glasses and her own lovely thoughts of having a compatible sexual relationship with her husband got scattered and dripping down with her tears She cried loudly . . And He stood stilled like a statue But again it was their unique moment in which they were locked inside their own assumptions and predictions Tears and sobbed were making her shivering . Her mind was running wildly in fear . Stood there with her Closed teary puffy eyes weren't helping her either . Thinking of his next steps was making her vulnerable and scared in his presence

I spine crash on Julie's bed. My wet eyes reddevess more. Actually tears drip regretfully down my chins. Am hurt and all guilty but my tears performs nothing. It resurrects no caroline neither does it return brother Ron's long cravings for mate's bond all powerful vanilla and strawberry stinch. I only just weep. It solves nothing. I sniff heavily. I taste my very salty tears while slide into my lips. It's pretty unhealthy bit I care less. Guilt alone consumes me. Guilt I crave gone and forgotten.

“Have you ever eaten fruit that’s been frozen in temperatures below minus 40 degrees?” Huh? Why was she talking about fruit? I shook my head. “No.” “I’ve had freeze-dried strawberries. They get really fragile. If you touch them, they break apart, just like my heart right now.” She slowly turned to me, and large tears started falling from her eyes. I was taken aback. Sophie was the straightforward type who did not use metaphors. Yet, her words were so vivid. It felt like I could see her heart turning into a freeze-dried strawberry and breaking into pieces.

During a family dinner with Liam, I brought up the idea of getting married sooner and starting a family. He immediately assumed I was after his family's wealth and only wanted to marry him for his money. In front of everyone, he slapped me more than a dozen times. Then he turned around and pursued his jealous childhood sweetheart. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave, but in a fit of rage, he shoved me down the stairs. That shove ended up breaking both my legs and fracturing my skull. I spent a month in the ICU before I finally regained consciousness. This time, I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I called my mother overseas. "Mom, about the inheritance you mentioned last time… I

Crystalline tears fell like a broken string of pearls, sliding off Esther's porcelain face drop after drop. Bradley stared at Esther with a mix of anger and frustration welling up inexplicably in his heart. He released his grip on her hand and forcefully held her jaw, coldly and cruelly questioning, "Esther Quill, what are you up to!?" Esther widened her eyes, looking at Bradley with fear as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "It hurts, Brad."

And Suzie hated that she could not do anything about it but wait. She put Javier on her lap and gently coaxed him. "It will pass....it will surely pass...after this....I will cook whatever dish you want. We can harvest some strawberries again. They taste sweet and...." Suzie's voice stifled when she saw some tears escape from Javier's shut eyes. Something gripped her heart. Her sight blurred as she wiped his tears. How painful it must be for him to bite his tongue and shed tears? She could never imagine what he was going through.

My inner mind said while I sigh with guilt bitting into my heart deeply while tears wouldn't stop flowing down my face. I could even taste my own tears in my lips even though it's a sweet ice cream, s creamy strawberry flavour to be precise yet, I could feel the saltines of my tears in each an every scope I pack into my mouth hoping I don't end up drinking in whatever comes out of my nose st the end of the day. Betty POV