Tear Filled Eyes Novels & Stories

Merra also moved closer to his wife, rubbing his hand in his face. "Are you okay dear" Mr Merra asked looking so confused. "Yes, of course, have told the doctor not to call you, and you why don't you go to work" "Mom" tears started to flow through her eyes, as she called her mom, "Are you not getting late already, I think you should get going while I stay here with your mom since your sister is not around" "Okay Dad, take care of Mom," she said as she walked out of the room.

He covered his face with his hands, tears escaping silently. Seeing him like this, broken and vulnerable, made a wave of sadness wash over me. Tears welled up in my eyes as my heart ached for him. “Hey, Dad,” I said, reaching out and taking his hand. His eyes, a dark shade of green, met mine. They looked puffy and swollen, filled with pain.

His lips treambled. Hot tears ran down his cheeks. He bat his eyelid as more tears streemed down. He sniffed back his runny nose. The pains in his eyes were obvious. The kids kicked him right in his stomach again. He fell over the desks making the desks crash over each other. His eye glasses fell. He stood up and bent down trying to look for the glasses with his hands. His eyes were clouded with tears.

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.

I tear dropped from my eyes. - Baby is everything okay? He asked me, and he was looking strangely at me. Those words came to my attention. - Yes why? - Because your eyes are full of tears. - It was just that your parents said that I am your family now, and in the past ten years I have not had a family. Now I have everything that I ever wanted, a family of my own, a beautiful mate, a pack. I am so happy. Those were happy tears. I said and gave him the biggest smile that he has ever seen.

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

Tears blur my vision as a wave of grief washes over me, leaving me gasping for air as I struggle to comprehend the weight of this loss. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, hot and stinging as they spill over, tracing a path down my cheeks. The sobs escape from my throat, raw and unfiltered, echoing in the sterile confines of the hospital room. Each breath feels like a struggle as if the weight of my grief is pressing down on me, suffocating me with its intensity. The emptiness in my arms, once filled with dreams and hopes, now feels like a gaping void that threatens to consume me whole. In this moment of heartbreak, all I can do is let the tears fall, each one a silent testament to t

His mother came out, and was pretending to be brave. I could tell, that she had been crying, who would hear such a thing and not cry, she saw tears In my eyes and started blinking her eyes in a bit to send back her own tears, that had started forming bubbles around her eyes, but off course, when the heart is too heavy with heart ache, whatever type, it may not be able to hold itself back, it will pour it all out, through that little passage, which happens to be the eyes.

His eyes were red, watery, and exasperated. But he's not showing a manly side to him just to prove he is capable of killing me. "I'm sorry…" I said, looking downward. "If something bad has already happened, does your sorry could bring them back?" he asked. "Think about it." I can't help these tears again. Why are my tears won't scarce? It always has a supply. Are my eyes only made with the purpose of crying? I can smile too. using these eyes. The little tears turned into a bursting cry.