Tear Filled Eyes Novels & Stories

The girl didn't move from her position as she whispered back to me, "I love you..." The truth behind the three words resonated within me. Each one, lifting a further weight from my chest. She loves me... It's odd that a simple three words could just flip your world upside down, but right then, I felt like I was living in the clouds. A single tear fell from my cheek. Tears have so much meaning behind them. Really, they represent a feeling so strong it can't be put into words. Extreme sadness, happiness or even anger. A single tear could represent a feeling so vivid, only a few select people could understand it. This tear represented sheer happiness combined with resent. That bitter feeling wh

She bite her lips to stop herself from crying. She rubbed her eyes to get rid of the tears but more and more tears started to form in her eyes and fall down. "Thea!" She heard Miss Emma call her name. Thea stiffened. She took a handkerchief from her bag and cleaned her face with it so that Miss Emma could not see the tears marks on her cheeks. She was worried about her eyes though. Her eyes turn red and become swollen even if she cries for few second. "I am here Miss Emma." Thea said once she was out of the tent. Her voice was little hoarse as she cried earlier. She hopes Miss Emma doesn't notice it.

His clothes were ripped, blood crusted along his side, scratches all over his chest. He took a step toward me. "Stop," I said, holding out my hand without thinking. "Just don’t. Stay back." He froze. And for the first time since I met his eyes, Kieran actually looked... hurt. Not physically. Not from the fight or whatever that had been. But in his eyes. It was like he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but I could see it—the way his jaw tensed, the flicker of something vulnerable in his face before he looked away.

Delilah's voice broke as tears filled her eyes. Marcel stared at her. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he pulled her tightly into his arms. "I never wanted things to end up like this. I really didn't..." Tears streamed down his face. Clenching my teeth so hard they hurt, I fled as though I were the one who'd done something wrong. The wind roared in my ears, trying to drown everything out, but only I knew just how deafening the pain in my heart truly was. I kept running and running, until the emptiness in my stomach twisted into unbearable cramps under the weight of my emotions.

And now, he was regretting everything he has done to Leanda. Leanda's tears flowed down her cheeks like a river, hot and heavy. They were rage-filled tears, frustration-filled tears, tears that spoke of a deep hurt that no words could ever do justice to. They were accompanied by loud sobs that shook her entire body, as if she had been holding onto this pain for far too long. Her eyelashes clumped together, resembling the wings of a moth in distress. Her cheeks became blotchy and red, highlighting the depth of the pain within her. Her lips quivered with every ragged breath she took in, the sound of her sadness filling the room.

I need to know who the sound belongs to. I strain to see, but there's nothing to see, only the oppressive darkness. The tears continue to echo, relentless in their sorrow. I need to find the source of those tears to understand and to offer comfort. With a slow, deliberate effort, I force my eyelids to open, welcoming the faintest hints of light. And there, before me, are emerald-green eyes. For a moment, I can't help but be lost in their depths. Beautiful eyes. However, as beautiful as they are, I notice they're red, puffy, and burdened by grief and exhaustion.

She closed her eye again, and with an audible sigh, she continued. After a while that felt like an eternity, her eyes flickered, wanting to open, a tear escaped from underneath her closed lids. The tear reached her nose, and then her eyes shot open. Shock and sorrow made her emerald green eyes shine even more than a diamond itself was able to. Her eyes were filled with tears, and every time one escaped, another would take its place. I could feel the tears starting to burn in my own eyes. She crawled over to me, taking me into a motherly embrace. She cried for a while, rocking me from side to side. I didn’t really know what was going on, but my heart felt like it knew exactly what it all was

I asked him with tears in my eyes He come closer to me and eliminated the distance between us "Your eyes are not made for tears," he said to me and wiped my cheeks, there is some emotion in his eyes that I can't identify.

I blinked away tears, the excess joy so uncontainable that it leaked from my eyes. Finally, I looked fully into his dark eyes. Tears shone like silver lining his eyes, and that fully did me in. I couldn't stop the deluge of tears that fell from my own eyes, dripping down my chin and onto my neck. I reached up and swiped them away, but it was of no use.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,