Tears Are Not Enough นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

A tear slipped from her eyes, “they are too much for me, Jake." . . .

With every step I took, fresh tears ran down the lengths of my face. At this point, my eyes hurt. I wondered how much tears are too much. At what point does the tears completely dry up, and we become unable to cry again? If there really was a day like that, I couldn't wait for it. I turned on the lights in my room, and the darkness was instantly consumed. It was just as cold as the living room. Maybe even colder. With just a closet, a bed, and a dressing table.

He finally left with his mate Victoria, and just as they were leaving, he glanced back to take one last look at her, only to find her eyes watering. Could it be that she was crying? Suddenly his heart constricted in an unimaginable pain; the tears of Vega covered his senses. Why did he feel so bad seeing her tears and for what reason was she crying? Maybe she was crying for her sister, but strangely enough, he never saw the two exchange words until they left. There must be something going on around the house that he didn't know of because he also observed how nervous Alpha Blake became when he first requested to see Vega. It was as though he didn't want her to be seen by him. It's time to fo

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

I look at him standing there with his jacket in his hand looking like a man who is genuinely trying and genuinely frustrated and genuinely not going anywhere despite all of it. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. He nods once. Opens the door. Leaves. The door clicks shut. I sit at the kitchen table with two half eaten plates of food in front of me. I cleaned up first. Put the plates away. Wipe the counter. Drink half a glass of water standing at the sink.Then I go to the couch to sit. I put my face in my hands and cried, Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just quietly. Like I've been holding something for too long. The specific release of someone who has been performing fine for two weeks and has

****************************** Her tears has the power to make him kill the reason of her tears and her smile has the power to make his anger melt in a second. **************************

I deactivated my social media accounts except for my Twitter account that became my virtual diary. I am indulging myself with tv series I can watch on Netflix. Some series there has a moral lesson that also made me realize about small things. At times like this, we need to change. “Tears can be teachers if we let them” I saw a phrase on the internet. I instantly took a screenshot of it. This quote is realistic. If we let our tears be our teachers, then it will teach us a lot of lessons in life. Crying doesn’t mean a person is weak. Crying is a way where we need to let go of the pain, sadness, and anger in our hearts. After we cry, everything will be okay.

And there, my tears flowed freely. @SenaSen

I begged. Tears filled her eyes and I hate how she cries and feels all self-pity again for thinking that she is not enough when she is more than enough for me. "We're just far from each other and we miss each other so much that we think of stuff that aren't supposed to be thought about.” She exhales deeply still not saying anything and still looking at all problems with the picture she has seen. "I love you." Her tears rolled down her cheeks, "More than any words can explain. Don't give up on us, baby. Please." I pleaded.