Tears Are Not Enough Novels & Stories

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

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

Mo hadn't cried since her mother left, not because she considered it a sign of weakness No, it was not that. It was because she recognized the futility of said action. Tears never got anything done that would not have been done anyways. If you cried to someone and they answered you, then they would have if you hadn't. If they are not moved by your tears, then they never wanted to help anyway. Anyone that loves you does not need to see you crying before they come to your rescue was her thoughts on the matter.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

Just a small turn, like gravity finally won. A single tear slid out of the corner of my eye and soaked into the pillow. I noticed it the way you notice weather through a window—distant, impersonal. My face stayed still. My chest didn’t hitch. I pressed my lips together and forced the rest of the tears back down like they were something shameful. Don’t fall apart yet. Not yet.

princess : how many years you'll hide your tears from me mom me : what do you mean princess princess : I know you consider me as a kid still but do you think your kid can't notice your tears I know mom how every night you cries I used to think in childhood you got hiccups because you're thirsty but later I understood that those hiccups were not because of your thirst but because of your hidden tears am I wrong mom me : I think you misunderstood something princess princess : yeah mom because only four people know about your tears every night one you, two your pillow, three me and four that god as per the reason for your tears only two people knows one is you and other one is that god me : ple

“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.

Magindara confirmed. I felt so excited that I nearly forgot to realize that I still have to quickly produce tears to do so. Magindara gave me enough moment to concentrate and produce the enough tears needed for the translucent pear to function. At first, forcing out the tears to come out from my eyes just seem so hard to do. I find it hard to concentrate. No matter how I try to make my eyes yield any tears, it just won’t come out. Until Magindara is back to my side to approach me once again, “Can’t get enough tears?” She asked.

My face is swollen, eyes raw. He brushes a strand of hair from my cheek. “I’m here,” he whispers again. I nod, eyes closed. The tears just keep falling. It doesn’t make it better. But it helps. Just a little. And maybe—for now—that’s enough. ##########

I assured him but my voice wasn’t getting on his ears or I could say that he doesn’t want to listen to my voices anymore. And suddenly after a long rage on his eyes I could see the tears rolling down his eyes. The tear which the world rarely saw and knew about. The tears which was more expensive than any other jewels in the whole world. Those tears are priceless. “You’re tearing?” I asked as I lifted my hands to his face to reach his face to wipe off his tears but he turned his face away from me.