Tear In My Heart Song นิยาย & เรื่องราว

max command The innocent security moved the cursor and clicked on the exact video Max asked,. "What the hell? ``Max exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock... Tbc.... A poem composed by me.. Emotions (Tears) Tears is a one time feeling; Pain in the heart, fortified the body; Uncontrollable it comes; Feel lonely, battling the emotion; Can't control emotions with a broken heart. Wrapping out the feeling ; Letting out the pain; Thought it's a dream; Smiling behind those hurtful memories m Can't control emotions with a broken heart.

JULY THREE DAYS LATER… Take my mind and take my pain, Like an empty bottle takes the rain. And heal, heal, heal, heal. And take my past and take my sins, Like an empty sails the wind That's when the tears that I had been holding back started to flow. It is so annoying! I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't take it anymore. My heart hurts from holding back my emotions. The song is annoying! And heal, heal, heal, heal.

His love for Akira was the unrequited love which was cherished by him and only him . But today was different, he was different . He was letting himself loose today . Probably it was the effect of the beer and all the happiness in his heart that she had left Anthony, that gave him the courage to sing the song for her and pour his heart out . He didn't tell her that this song was dedicated to her but from the starting to till the end of the song he was looking at her and only her, without batting an eyelid . "I know I can treat you better than he can

I look in his eyes as tears slip down his cheek. I take a sharp breath. His pain bleeds into me, and I fight back the tears that threaten to fall. I look away from him. I’m fighting a losing battle, my heart and body want him, the bond craving his touch, but Aura and I don’t want him. The damage has been done. Suddenly, the song by Lewis Capaldi, Someone You Love. Came into my head. I hear a thud and turn to look towards the door. Titus is on his knees. He has a broken spirit.

Crimson blood spurted from his knuckles, he felt a tingling pain in them and he moaned. I detected tears flowing on his jowls and I felt he may want a warm hug. I thought that I am deeply hurt but he looks more hurt than I am. What could be his pain? What's weighing heavy on his chest? Why did i see intense rage in his eyes? Why did he mention the name Mia? I approached him and I squatted beside him. Before I could pat him on his back, he hastily moved into my arms snuggling me. I felt drops of his tears drizzling on my shoulder. I patted him lovingly on his back.

"Listen closely—I already have Luna. She is the woman I love the most now. So don't bother with your pathetic, pitiful schemes. If you think I'll ever look back, you're delusional! This is your karma!" A sharp pain stabbed through my heart. Everything had changed. I was no longer the woman Reyn held in his heart. "Understood, Reyn. Congratulations on finding your true love," I said, swallowing the ache in my chest and pushing back the tears threatening to spill. "I sincerely apologize for everything I've done." I turned away, refusing to meet his gaze. "That's good. At least you have some self-awareness," Reyn scoffed, though there was a faint trace of gentleness in his tone.

"You never told me about your childhood. Never told me what you did for me. You just decided—all on your own—to die for me. Who gave you the right? Who the hell gave you the right to keep it from me?" Jayden's voice grew sharper, his anger building until he finally lashed out, kicking the gravestone beside him. What a sin. He stared at my photo on the gravestone, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts before slowly settling. Then his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, palms pressing into the dirt as tears fell. "Why did you do this? Why? What am I supposed to do…" His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair and pain.

His piercing blue eyes flashed in my mind—not filled with cold calculated malice, but with the raw, desperate agony of his begging. Realising that he had been cruel to me only to find his way back to this real world made my heart skip a beat. I still love him, I realized with a sickening jolt of dread. God help me, I still do. But the scars throbbed in tandem with my heartbeat. Every cold shoulder, every calculated dismissal, the agonizing humiliation of begging for affection scores just to survive the game. It was a toxic loop: my heart reached for him, while my trauma violently repelled him.

All I could do was clutch his portrait and weep until I fainted. I quickly raised my hands to wipe my eyes and said, "I want to marry Eric." Father blinked in surprise. "Are you sure? Weren't you the one shouting as a kid that you'd marry no one but the boy from the Garrisons?" When I nodded frantically through my tears, Father didn't understand why I was crying like this, but he relented. "There, there. I'll talk to Chief Grayson in a couple of days and ask what he thinks, okay? Don't cry, sweetheart."

Tears streamed down my cheeks faster as I swerved onto the highway, my vision blurring. The song continued playing on. “This year, to save me from tears…” “Too late for that!” I shouted, letting out a half-laugh, half-scream. Then I started singing. It wasn’t beautiful, not even on key, but out of desperation. “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,” I cried out, pounding the wheel to the beat, “and you gave it to CLARA, you absolute piece of—” My voice broke, dissolving into sobs.