Teardrops In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

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Saying that when i look at her eyes tears are continuously pouring from her eyes. "Jivi...fine send me. You only want that na. I'll go from here. I'll never come to you. You never love na now be happy and go do dance. You don't have see me as only few hours are left." Jivi cut me before i say sorry for my teasing and turn her back towards me. My own eyes betrayed me ans started pouring tears as i hug her.

She brushed away his tears with trembling hands, her touch gentle and reassuring as she tried to calm him down. “What’s wrong?” she whispered as she continued to wipe away his tears with her trembling fingers. “Why are you crying?” Ryan’s tears flowed nonstop, a torrent of emotion unleashed by the fragments of his memories that began to stitch together. Scarlet, her own tears mingling with his, reached out to console him, her voice trembling with concern. “What’s going on? Why are you crying so much?” In the midst of his sobbing, Ryan’s eyes shifted towards Scarlet, realizing that she, too, was already shedding tears. A flicker of guilt took hold, compelling him to wipe away her tears with a

I wanted to run but before I can take just one step, the drunk man already captured me, putting his left arm on the left side of my head and his right arm place on the other side. “There’s no way-out young lady!” But I didn’t do anything to harm myself and I told the beggar to run, shouting. The old poor beggar shakes slowly stand and the water from above starting to fall on the earth surface. The old beggar take-off his gray wet hood and look to my eyes. The beggar slowly takes his step to face me and the raindrops from the ground slowly rising directing to the old man’s hand. The raindrops starting to form a weapon, a knife made of water.

My eyes immediately became watery. Gears threatened to call from my eyes. As much as I was trying my possible best to avoid tearing up, I couldn't still help it than to allow the tears that were treating me to fall peaceful All my hope had been shattered, even though I didn't expect much from him I still felt that he was going to be a bit nice to thank me for the unpaid service I did for him yesterday, but instead, he choose out of all other things too, to be rude.

The shadows of pain that danced across her expressive eyes were mirrored in my own remorseful gaze. In the fragile silence, her tears forged a path down her cheeks, each droplet carrying the burden of accumulated anguish. It was a poignant dance of sorrow, a symphony of vulnerability that resonated through the room. I felt an ache in my chest, an empathetic echo of her suffering. As the first tear spilled over the precipice of her lashes, I could no longer remain a passive observer. With a tenderness that matched the fragility of her emotional state, I enveloped her in my arms, creating a haven where vulnerability was not condemned but embraced.

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.

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.