Tear Filled Eyes Novels & Stories

“It hurts.” It doesn’t feel like it’s been an hour since I’ve been crying for no apparent reason. The fried rice in front of me is already full of tears. I feel exhausted after draining my tears. My breath is gasping, my throat feels dry, and I swelled my eyes. My vision became a little blurry because my eyes still pooled warm tears in my eyelids. It’s always the same as before; pain. My eyelids closed, and the last drops of my tears slid smoothly down my cheeks.

a tear cold down my left cheekbone, “I can't fail you, that's the truth.” I opened my vision, wiping my cheek. Throughout my entire life I have cried rarely and it is not that I considered crying to be a weak gesture. But because I have promised myself to shed tears for the right people. Tears are not always synonymous with sadness, because even when we are happy we cry, thanks to them we know that we are alive and that we have feelings. Tears are the manifestation of the soul through the eyes. “Big dad, if you can hear me, I need you to tell me if I'm doing the right thing, send me a sign.”

Ignoring me she continued with her struggle while groaning and gasping in between due to ache. “Do you really think, you will get anything by doing all this?” She questioned gritting at me with her canines appearing visible to me. I chuckled looking into her once vibrant eyes turned into a dull one due to the endless tears, mirroring the pain she is enduring. Her once radiant face with powers and glaze, was now smeared with dried tears that left trails of sorrow etched upon her delicate skin.

he taunted, his words hitting me like a dagger to the heart. The shock and hurt cut deep, and my eyes welled up with tears that I couldn't hold back any longer. A single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek, a symbol of the pain I felt at that moment. I fought to regain my composure, my breath catching in my throat as I struggled to find the strength to stand up and face the daunting challenges that lay ahead.

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 closed my eyes as our eyes met. He's so gorgeous. A glimpse was enough for me to say that about him. "Why won't you look at me?" Theo asked. He sounded sad and I felt bad. "I feel like crying" I told him with my eyes still closed. "Why?" he asked sounding confused. I bit my lower lip. "Whenever I see you...my heart flutters and tears start coming out my eyes for an unknown reason. I just know I'm going to cry if I see you. Please don't be offended" I confessed.

Her eyes were already filled with tears, each burning drop slowly rolled down her cheek, then shattered into hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces. In her eyes gradually burned a kind of emotion, like lava, burning to the extreme. It was like a pan of oil that was boiling hot. Her tears gradually stopped falling, not flying down. Now, only a patch of fog remained where the waves of the eyes glittered. There was a fierce determination in Oralie's eyes.

I don't know anymore. Tears uncontrollably rolls down from my eyes as joy filled his eyes. "Wow. You have a pretty cry. You're eyes are blank but it's tearing." He said as he shove my face sidewards. I looked at the bloody ground as I let myself cry. I don't know what to feel anymore.

But before I could fully comprehend the magnitude of this moment, they faded away, their forms dissolving into nothingness. I awoke from the dream, my heart pounding in my chest, a jumble of emotions swirling within me. Tears welled up in my eyes, their presence delicate and hesitant, as if unsure whether to make their appearance known. But gradually, like a gentle rainfall turning into a torrential downpour, the tears began to flow, escaping my eyes bit by bit. They traced their paths down my cheeks, leaving behind glistening trails of raw emotion.

He opened his eyes and sat up on the bed abruptly. His eyes were filled with tears and he was breathing heavily. He looked at me with his teary eyes. I wiped his tears with the pad of my thumb. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his chest. He hugged me tightly and started sobbing as if a child had lost everything. I also wrapped my arms around him tightly and let him cry so he would feel better.