Tear Up Cry Novels & Stories

Dead to Me of Melanie Martinez. I heaved out a sigh as I got up from the sheets. I brought my hands up into my face and felt it. The tears have dried and maybe next time, I have no tears left to cry. But it could be the other way round. I might cry another bucket of tears if another longing for you occured. Who knows?

I cried out as I fell face-first onto the cold, hard floor, the impact jarring my bones and sending a sharp pain shooting through my knees, elbows, and palms. I grimaced in agony, biting my lip to stifle a whimper, and tried to scramble up quickly before anyone, especially them could poke their heads out and witness my embarrassing state of defeat. As I pushed with my hands to prop myself up, shaking from the fall, I noticed a single drop of tear splashing onto the floor, wetting the tiles right in front of my blurred eyes. "W-Why did I cry?" I whispered to myself in utter disbelief, my voice trembling with confusion and hurt. "Why do I have to shed even one tear for a useless bastard like R

Tears overflowed my heated eyes again. He tensed, “Oh, no. Are you crying again?” worry laced his tone. I buried my face further on his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. He patted my back, “It breaks my heart to hear you cry. It feels like I’m getting burnt alive. Stop, please.” He pleaded, ripping my torn heart even further.

I clung to the hope that perhaps, in the release of my tears, I would find some semblance of healing, some semblance of peace. The tears continued to flow, each one carrying with it a fragment of my shattered dreams. I mourned for the life I had once known, the vibrant spirit that had now been eclipsed by uncertainty and fear. The weight of my tears felt both cleansing and exhausting, as if with each droplet, I shed a layer of my anguish.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

I giggled, and the next thing that happened shocked me more. Tears cascaded down his cheeks like a stormy rainfall. With each sob that escaped his lips, the weight of his anguish filled the room, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of grief. The sound of his cries echoed through the empty spaces, a haunting melody of pain and loss that reverberated in the silence. In that moment, he was not just shedding tears; he was releasing a torrent of emotions long held captive, letting the raw vulnerability of his tears speak the words his voice could not utter.

The tears flow uncontrollably, a river of grief that refuses to dry up. As I cry, I hear a knock at the door. It's soft, hesitant, as if the person on the other side is unsure if they should disturb me. I freeze, my heart racing with fear. Who could it be? Adrian, come to gloat over my misery? To smirk and tell me how I'm his prisoner? "Go away!" I yell, my voice hoarse from crying. I just wanted to be alone, maybe even die here. I don't even know how I feel right now... The tears wouldn't stop flowing.

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.”

We're only lively when we're with our mate, the sane goes to him. My embarrassment clouded how bad I wanted to just drown in the pool of my own tears. I passed through a lot and needed a break but another issue just pops out again. How can I not tear up..? Letting it go, I stepped out of the car too as I followed after Mira. Patting my eyes with a hands, I wanted to feel more relaxed only that it felt more wrong. "Are you okay or do you still need to cry..?" Mira teased.