Teardrops In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

"Because I'm not yours." My voice cracked on the last word. I hated it. I hated the wetness gathering in the corners of my eyes. I blinked furiously, but one tear escaped. It traced a hot, treacherous line down my cheek. Draven's face went slack. Like I'd hit him between the eyes. He reached out. His fingers caught the tear before it could fall off my jaw. He stared at the moisture on his fingertip like it was made of glass. Like he'd never seen a woman cry before.

Her shoulders shivered slightly and a streak of tears drifted from her eyes, all the way down to her palm. Seemingly unconscious, her eyes stayed glued to the stage without blinking. Luke watched the tears fall in the saddest, lonesome way possible. Her tears looked like a piece of tiny diamond, as it was getting darker from the heavy clouds and the lights from the water fountain manifested on her face for a few seconds. “My love, during the long hesitation I couldn’t find the right words to express my feelings With all my heart in those ordinary hellos I just want to ask if you’re doing well

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

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.

she spits, tears burning her eyes. I inhale. My body wobbles and the invisible thread holding me in place breaks. My eyes hurt. Tears well up and a single tear drops and rolls down my cheek.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

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.

During a family dinner with Liam, I brought up the idea of getting married sooner and starting a family. He immediately assumed I was after his family's wealth and only wanted to marry him for his money. In front of everyone, he slapped me more than a dozen times. Then he turned around and pursued his jealous childhood sweetheart. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave, but in a fit of rage, he shoved me down the stairs. That shove ended up breaking both my legs and fracturing my skull. I spent a month in the ICU before I finally regained consciousness. This time, I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I called my mother overseas. "Mom, about the inheritance you mentioned last time… I

My eyelids closed, and the last drops of my tears slid smoothly down my cheeks. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly for a few seconds before I got up and cleared the dining table, then rushed to the bathroom and found my face in the large mirror in front of me was messy. The figure that appears in the mirror is me. Tears like a shower of rain have wiped off the make-up on my face. When the world is shrouded in cloudy clouds, it will not stop until the clouds turn white again, and with sorrowful and puffy eyes on my eyelids.

In that moment, I knew that my fate hung in the balance, and the choice I had made would shape the path ahead. As the tear rolled down my cheek, its shimmering presence illuminated by the soft, dim light of the room, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the sacrifices I was willing to make. It was a tear that spoke volumes, a testament to the lengths I was prepared to go with my plea, hanging in the air like a fragile thread, echoed through the silence.