Novel & Cerita Teardrops In Your Eyes

She decided to clean him up a bit, she enters the toilet and take a bowl with water, and added a drop of Dettol to it, she approach Jack and start to clean him when she reach her chest, she keeps staring non stop, and got carried away by the moment, she remembers the kiss and feels like she should kiss him right away again, she didn't know when her mouth started driving towards Jacks own, Their mouth was closed and only an half inch left for her to keep her mouth in his, suddenly the doors open Tbc

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.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

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.”

It looked soulless… my eyes stopped talking and lost their glint. Suddenly a red hue spread over my white sclera and tears welled up to the brim of my eyes. I shook my head and splashed some more water on my face without letting the tears escape. I took a deep breath and exhaled fogging the mirror in front of me for a second.

Is this why she doesn't hang out with me as much as she used to? My eyes were drawn to my reflection in the glass windows by accident. When I saw the sadness in my eyes, my eyelids fluttered, and there went the tears streaming down my cheek.

“S-Scarlett…” Scarlett smiled, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. Sharlene tried to touch her daughter on the cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” she apologized. Scarlett shook her head and took her mother’s hand in hers. “Please tell your father that I’m sorry… I-I l-love him…” Scarlett's eyes widened, and she shook her head as she sobbed. “Everything will be fine, mom; let’s go home,” she sobbed. Sharlene wiped Scarlett's tears away with a smile.

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,

The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. When I cry it’s never a trickle and it never starts in my eyes. It begins as a feeling in my chest and a sadness in my brain. The leaking water is only a blessed release, it’s one way my body chooses to cope and I guess it’s a way to communicate too, whether I want to or not. My brother held me in silence, slowly rocking me as my tears soaked his chest. “Just cry,” he softly whisper and placed a kiss on my head. “Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again.”

"Love is painful but still people are bound to fall in it and enjoys every phase of it." In the recesses of her eyes, a tempest brewed, betraying the storm raging within. The once-sparkling orbs, now veiled in a gossamer film of unshed tears, echoed the profound sorrow that lingered in the corners of her soul. The pupils, once vibrant and alive, were now like deep pools of solitude, reflecting the shadows of heartache that danced in the dimming light. Every blink seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken words, each tear threatening to spill over and trace the contours of a story etched in the silent language of her gaze. The windows to her soul spoke volumes, revealing a narrative o