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“Don't get teary. You'll ruin the make-up.” I blink my tears in and heave a sigh. “Isn't life so mysterious?” I thought.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been the best of a leader to you all." I sniffed before each words, before controlling myself to try and limit the tears from coming down my eyes. But as I tried more and more from stopping those eyes from watering further, the pool of tears proved to be stronger than all the power left in me. I couldn't control myself, as the pain weakened all the nerves in my body, leaving crying as the only option left to do. "I tried so much, but she's not here. I miss her so so much."

- he looked at him pleadingly. - I have already explained to you that this is not killing.- he answered a bit harshly.- Thanks to me they all remain beautiful forever. Someday the world will understand that what I'm doing is right, but until then you have to help me, Dong Min.- he stretched his arms and grasped his hands.- I can't help it that I found another person whose beauty I want to capture. I have to do it, so help me.- he looked at him with that pleading gaze.

I cant believe… With that, tears fell from my eyes but then this time… it isn’t bound by sadness. This tears is… the tears of happiness.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

He kept the pad of his finger on my cheek and took a drop on his finger pad. “ These tears are very costly. They contain mascara which is a thousand bucks, then eyeliner which is three thousand bucks, then it smudges the costly foundation and other things that are applied on your cheeks, then it has feelings which are priceless. So you see these things make these tears priceless. Next time think before you let them leave your eyes.” A smile made its way to hearing his cheesy words. Seeing my smile, his lips curled in a beautiful smile. He pulled me in his embrace.

I take another drink. But he doesn't budge. "Even if Wes is an asshole, you're still allowed to cry." "But I don't want to cry," I say. "I've felt like I was going to throw up all day, sure, but I don't feel like I need to cry." Is that bad? Or just weird? It's the absolute truth - I'm definitely not holding back tears. I don't even have that achy feeling you get in your throat or behind your eye sockets that means that the waterworks are on their way. I just feel...like I just ate an entire tub of month-old tuna salad from a gas station.

Why is it hurting? I feel my chest tighten. How can it be more tight when it should be emptier because of the vacancy in my heart? Why does the tears keep on coming? How can there still be any of it left? Hasn't I cried enough? I will never be enough, won't I? ****

“I’m tired of crying. For half a decade, there hasn’t been a day when my eyes didn’t shed tears. Happy tears, sad tears, angry tears, helpless tears, surprise tears, and so on. I have shed every kind of tear!” Maria and Isla felt terrible watching her. “It’s not like I don’t feel like crying. Everything is crying in me except my eyes,” her voice breaks. “I know crying will lessen the unbearable pain in my chest, but tears don’t come into my eyes anymore! Maybe because I want to remember what Aries did to me.” Her voice turned bitter. They heard a knock on their door, and her assistant appeared. “I’m sorry to disturb you. But Blush Cosmetics is waiting for your approval to arrange the shoot.”

I wanted to cry. I needed to cry. But I couldn't, the tears wouldn't let out. Seconds passed and turned into minutes, still yet not a single tear. That's when I realized why I couldn't. I had no more tears left to cry. No more tears because I was empty. I was finally broken.