Tear Drops Meaning Novels & Stories

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

I couldn't explain the happiness that I felt at the moment. I could feel tears burning in my eyes.This time it wasn't tears of pain or sadness.Rather,it was tears of happiness. A single tear dropped from my eyes and I wiped it away using the back of my hands.My lips curved into a smile. “Sorry about that…”I laughed lightly,”It's just that..I'm so happy and can't hold back tears.You don't know how much this means to me.”More tears streamed down my cheeks.I couldn't hold it back anymore.

Tears blurred my vision as I made a beeline for the bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door behind me, the click of the lock sounding unusually loud in the silence. I leaned against the door, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The tears that I had been holding back now flowed freely, each one a testament to the pain and frustration I felt. I slid down the door, my knees drawn up to my chest. The cool tiles of the bathroom floor were a stark contrast to the heat of my tears. I buried my face in my hands, my sobs echoing off the walls.

I wanted to run but before I can take just one step, the drunk man already captured me, putting his left arm on the left side of my head and his right arm place on the other side. “There’s no way-out young lady!” But I didn’t do anything to harm myself and I told the beggar to run, shouting. The old poor beggar shakes slowly stand and the water from above starting to fall on the earth surface. The old beggar take-off his gray wet hood and look to my eyes. The beggar slowly takes his step to face me and the raindrops from the ground slowly rising directing to the old man’s hand. The raindrops starting to form a weapon, a knife made of water.

I shut my eyes as tears kept slipping down my face. “Yes.”

"Because I'm not yours." My voice cracked on the last word. I hated it. I hated the wetness gathering in the corners of my eyes. I blinked furiously, but one tear escaped. It traced a hot, treacherous line down my cheek. Draven's face went slack. Like I'd hit him between the eyes. He reached out. His fingers caught the tear before it could fall off my jaw. He stared at the moisture on his fingertip like it was made of glass. Like he'd never seen a woman cry before.

He whispered, making me realize that tears were already dropping from my eyes. Jeez. I quickly brought up my hand to clean my tears. I shouldn't cry for him. I shouldn't be this weak before him. Unfortunately, the more I tr ied to clean my tears, the more they came rolling down.

I pressed a palm to my chest, trying to hold myself together, but the pressure behind my eyes finally gave way, and one tear slipped down. I didn’t wipe it. I just let it fall.

I thought that was all, only for me to get another hot breathe-stopping slap on my left cheeks. It sent signals to my brain and my body that I was in danger at the moment. My tear gland sent me a signal that it was fucking filled and it really needed to expel it’s content. At first, I wanted to hold them back to prove to them I was not a weak lady but unfortunately it was so impossible for me. I let my tear gland expel a massive pool of water, flowing down my cheeks. I couldn’t hide the teary face from them as the silvery color of the water was alarming them to take a look.

“Eh…strange. Why are my eyes tearing up all of a sudden? My nose hurts and my eyes are all watery. I don't know why I am crying at all. Why's this....Why's this happening to me? Someone, tell me about it." "Even though I don't want to cry, I keep crying. My tears, are overflowing."