Tears In My Heart Novels & Stories

My heart burns with anger and hatred, but it's no match for the crushing grief that threatens to destroy me. I weep, my body shaking with sobs. My hair falls around my face, a constant reminder of my mother's love, now lost forever. I remember her gentle touch, braiding my hair with love and care. Now, she's gone, and I'm left with nothing but pain and sorrow. The tears flow uncontrollably, a river of grief that refuses to dry up.

I sat on the edge of my bed, my world crumbling around me. Tears streamed down my face, leaving salty trails in their wake. Packing my belongings felt like packing away the shattered remnants of my heart, each item a painful reminder of what I had lost. The door creaked open, and Jen, entered the room. She gasped at the sight of my tear-stained cheeks and rushed to my side, concern etched on her face. Her touch was gentle as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

During a family dinner with Liam, I brought up the idea of getting married sooner and starting a family. He immediately assumed I was after his family's wealth and only wanted to marry him for his money. In front of everyone, he slapped me more than a dozen times. Then he turned around and pursued his jealous childhood sweetheart. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave, but in a fit of rage, he shoved me down the stairs. That shove ended up breaking both my legs and fracturing my skull. I spent a month in the ICU before I finally regained consciousness. This time, I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I called my mother overseas. "Mom, about the inheritance you mentioned last time… I

He mocked, giving me a questioning look. Hmmm!! I sighed. Why does he has to remind me of my dead parents on every damn opportunity he has. I squeezed my eyes shut briefly as I tried to blink back the tears that seemed to have gathered in there. I whispered a prayer to the moon goddess, begging her to cast away every pains in my heart and replace them with an everlasting inner joy. But somehow the tears managed to escape, showcasing how severed and punctured my heart was. I don’t make an attempt to wipe it off. Instead I let more find its way down.

Delilah's voice broke as tears filled her eyes. Marcel stared at her. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he pulled her tightly into his arms. "I never wanted things to end up like this. I really didn't..." Tears streamed down his face. Clenching my teeth so hard they hurt, I fled as though I were the one who'd done something wrong. The wind roared in my ears, trying to drown everything out, but only I knew just how deafening the pain in my heart truly was. I kept running and running, until the emptiness in my stomach twisted into unbearable cramps under the weight of my emotions.

My heart was heavy with sorrow as I inched closer to the door, a grim realization crashing over me like a relentless tide—I feared I had arrived too late to save my beloved friend. In moments of profound emotion, I seldom shed tears, but now they surged forth, cascading down my cheeks like a torrential downpour, unleashed by the unbearable weight of my grief. This was a moment soaked in loss, one that would carve itself into my soul and alter the course of my life forever.

I said with finality in my voice even though my heart is breaking and my tears fell one by one. I turned off my phone and put it down to the couch and just closed my eyes as tears continuously falling down my cheeks. They won’t stop shedding so I just let it be. I’m crying while my eyes is closed. My heart felts like its breaking into pieces. I laid down the couch and cried. Can’t hold it anymore, I felt like I need to let it out.

"Blake, your indifference towards me is palpable, and it hurts deeply." My lips never formed those words. This consumes my thoughts. As I fix my gaze upon him, my eyes brim with tears that cascade down my cheeks. His eyes bore into mine, brimming with a profound sadness that seemed to defy explanation or understanding.

Tears was pouring from my eyes, and my heart was breaking. He found his mate and was just messing with my feelings. This was too much for me to bear, and I felt like I was going to die. Why did I let myself fall in love?