Novel & Cerita Teardrops In Your Eyes

"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

The room was filled with an intense silence, broken only by the echoes of his heavy panting. He stared at the bloodied knuckles, his mind drifted to her. The girl with those mesmerizing brown orbs, brimming with tears. He could see the pain and shattered trust reflected in her eyes, like a broken mirror reflecting a fractured soul. It was as if he could glimpse the depths of her hurt and betrayal, all encapsulated within those tear-filled eyes.

More dramatic. I bowed my head and I saw my shadow underneath. I didn't know I'm crying already, I just realized it when I felt a hot liquid pooling the corner of my eyes, blurring my vision. I witnessed how my teardrops fell right on the ground, between my spread toes. My chest was heavy and all I could think is to cry and cry until my eyes get tired. Aside from the pouring rain, this set-up; no crowd, peace and quiet atmosphere and calm surrounding. This is another perfect place to cry. Atleast, no one can see me crying and no one can pity me.

Another tear slipped from my eyes. . . . . . TBC

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He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

Alone in her room, Amara curled into the soft mound of her pillows, the weight of the day pressing against her chest like a physical force. Rain streaked the windows, tapping a restless rhythm that seemed to mirror the chaos inside her. She didn’t try to quiet it; she let the tears fall freely, tracing rivers down her cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath her. Each drop carried a fragment of the conflict that had become her life.

The words automatically come tumbling out, the world around us faded into a blur. Her blue eyes, deep and vibrant with flecks of bright light sparkling and swirling like a pool of water, the glaze of tears making them twinkle even more. “It’s you, is it really you?” She says, her voice quivering as the tears she was holding in come trickling down her cheek, my thumb wiping them away as I look longing into her eyes. “It is me. I’m sorry I’ve made you wait so long” I say softly back to her. She chokes on her sobs as her arms fling open, wrapping them around my body, clinging onto me, making sure I’m never to leave again. Her gentle cries berried into my chest, my heart aching as I hear her pai

"You are not alone now. I am always here by your side. "So if you are angry, lash out all you want. And if you're sad, my shoulder is always available for you to cry on," he softly said. I blinked once upon hearing him. Then, without any warning, a teardrop fell from my eye. "Ah?" I exclaimed, surprised that something like that happened. I closed my eyes. And within a few seconds, my eyes started to sting, until tears started flowing down my eyes. At that moment, it was clear to me that I was not crying just because of my broken house.

- he confessed with a more serious expression on his face. For a moment Soo Min was unable to move and had to admit that she almost drowned in his eyes. However, his words sobered her immediately. She blinked several times trying to somehow process this confession. Finally, Soo Min closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deeper breath, causing his hand to slide off her cheek.