Tears Are Not Enough Novels & Stories

When she saw my excitement, she stared at me in disbelief. I ran into Joe and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back and cried, it started with sobs, but then graduated into real, loud tears. It was an emotional sight that day. I wish tears came down my eyes, but I was numb as usual. You know I have this stupid disorder that makes me unable to produce tears, except I induce it with an artificial item, like making use of artificial tears. "Ariana" he cried. His tears soaked my nightie. I was still in my nightie because I had not gotten out of bed since the previous night.

Not a single feature on his face changes, and for a split second, I don’t know if I said it out loud or if it passed by in thought. “I could have,” he states. “But I didn’t.” No, you didn’t. Tears dance along the rims of my eyes, threatening to spill. I don’t want them to. I don’t want him to feel like he has to comfort me. I haven’t needed comfort for the last eighteen years of my life, and I don’t need it now. I close my eyes, and the pressure is enough to send a tear rolling down my cheek. The moisture on my skin feels strange. Alien. My dried-up body hasn’t been able to shed a single tear for days, but the second Kade shows up, he manages to squeeze one out of me with little effort.

I've never seen him cry, never seen him in so much pain. "You're telling me not to cry, and you're crying. Why are my tears more precious than yours? Why are you crying? Do you know what your tears do to me? I can't bear to see you cry; you know that it tears me up inside. Don't weaponize your tears against me." "Fuck off, Ryder, just fuck all the way off. Go home; I've had enough."

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

Every time Zoey felt like the world was grinding her down, Laurence would infuriate her to the point of tears. In an instant, tears welled in her eyes. This instinct wasn’t something that she could control through sheer willpower. Hurt, pain, and grief pulled mercilessly at her with taut strings. All Zoey could do was try to stop her tears from falling. She looked up, attempting to will those humiliating tears back. She felt like her teeth were about to be worn down from how tight she clenched them. But at last, the tears streamed down her face like lines of pearls. Soon, her face was completely damp.

Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."

“But I don’t believe her.” “Why?” “Because if someone truly loves us, they won’t ever leave us. They won’t keep us waiting and, most importantly, they won’t cause us to shed tears.” Her words pierced my heart, causing a dull ache to spread through my chest. In that moment, my eyes welled up with a warmth that threatened to spill over, as if an ocean of tears yearned to break free. I took a deep breath, allowing the serenity to wash over me, before redirecting my focus towards her once more.

Sasha timidly said, "It's Christmas today, so I'm here to spend time with you, Grandpa Connor, and Grandma Katie." Connor and Katie replied, "Don't call us that. We don't have a granddaughter-in-law like you. "Andy, how about you come to the room with us to play?" Andy shook his head. He dropped his toy and rushed to stand in front of me. "No! I want to protect Mommy!" Feeling emotional, I could not contain my tears as I crouched and hugged him. Even though he carried Miles' bloodline in him, I was most reluctant to part with the young one even after my divorce from Miles.

Lyra’s POV I didn’t cry anymore. At this point, I wasn't even sure I could anymore, no matter how hard I tried. I wasn't a body expert, but I just knew that at this point, the tears in my eyes were bound to have dried up by now.. I think there’s a point where the body simply stops producing tears, where the pain no longer leaks out, it just sits inside you like a stone, pulling everything else downward. That’s where I was.