Tear Filled Eyes Romane & Geschichten

My eyes immediately became watery. Gears threatened to call from my eyes. As much as I was trying my possible best to avoid tearing up, I couldn't still help it than to allow the tears that were treating me to fall peaceful All my hope had been shattered, even though I didn't expect much from him I still felt that he was going to be a bit nice to thank me for the unpaid service I did for him yesterday, but instead, he choose out of all other things too, to be rude.

he voiced out calmly, squeezing me tightly. Tears streamed down my face like a relentless rain, each drops a tangible manifestation of the sorrow that gripped my heart. I wept with a depth of emotion that shook my very being, My eyes, red and puffy from the deluge of tears, felt like they were burning with a fire that couldn't be quenched. My nose was stuffy, and my throat constricted as if the grief itself was choking me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, with no lifeline to cling to. The weight of my sorrow was crushing me, pressing down on me like a physical force that I couldn't escape.

He smiled showing a full set of his teeth. “Why?” My voice breaks, the hurt coming to the surface as tears cloud my tear duct threatening to spill. “Stop crying when you hurt, I hurt too.” His fingers caged the tear from my tear lid. “I hurt without you and hurt more when you tear up. Don’t cry because I’ll burn this world into ashes, a sullen mud of pitiable debris if one more tear slid down these pretty blue eyes of yours.”

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

He managed to splash the water onto his face without making a mess, but his eyes felt like they were stinging. When he lifted his head slightly, he could see how puffy and red his green eyes were. They also seem to look sort of neon because of the number of tears shed. Whenever he cries this much, his eyes turn into a brighter shade of green then it already was. He went to touch the skin right below his left eye using the first three fingers on his left hand. It felt tight and rigid. He sniffed back any stray tears that were trying to come out, turned off the faucet, and left the bathroom with a heavy feeling tugging at his heartstrings.

I can't help the tears in my eyes again. How is it?

Whether realized or not, round eyes with curled feathers are dripping with a clear liquid called tears. His memory is back in view of recent events where throughout the last night he just stayed and cried. Crying over his family's situation that seemed no longer harmonious for a reason and it made him a little moaning miris. How a family built up over the years has all gone awry with just the presence of a third person. The love that his parents built up over the years had to end up being an idiotic thing not to be missed in the blink of an eye due to the presence of a third person in their lives.

, he grunted out while running his fingers in his hair and fisting them frustratingly. "Like some possessive boyfriend!", I deadpanned and wiped at my cheeks, wiping away the first tear which managed to flow down my left cheek. Damn you tears! That's one thing about me. Every time I'm angry, my eyes would unconsciously tear up and no matter how much I try to hold those tears in, they would show up. "That's because I am your boyfriend!", he bellowed, as if he had to yell to prove this. I'm really not deaf, you know?

She had always been perceptive, but this was beyond anything I had imagined. As I approached Eva, I noticed tears streaming down her face. Her usually radiant eyes were clouded with sadness, reflecting a deep hurt that shook me to my core. Her once vibrant expression was now marked by a profound sorrow, etched into every line on her face. It was a heart-wrenching sight that shattered the momentary bliss I had just experienced with Julie. I reached out to her, a mixture of emotions flooding my being. "Eva, what's happened? Why are you crying?" My voice quivered with concern, my heart aching to alleviate her pain. Seeing her like this, in such anguish, tore at my soul.

With all my might, I tried to open my eyes and adjust my vision to the surrounding light. Vaguely in a state of vision that was still not completely clear, I saw he was already conscious and was stroking my face. My heart jumped with joy. “Finally, you’ve come to your senses. Are you feeling better?” I opened my eyes wide and looked at him carefully. However, I suddenly felt sad, like being sliced by a knife. I covered my face with my palms, trying to hide the tears that were running down my face. I have tried to hold back the tears, but the tears keep flowing down my face like a waterfall and make my eyes swollen. The longer I hold it, the more tears will come out.