Novel & Cerita Tears In My Pillow

she spits, tears burning her eyes. I inhale. My body wobbles and the invisible thread holding me in place breaks. My eyes hurt. Tears well up and a single tear drops and rolls down my cheek.

I look down at the untidy slept on bed , the bed sheet had come undone most probably from me tossing , turning and fighting in my sleep. After putting the bed sheet in it’s place , I just stare at the bed. I feel my eyes leaking again , but now it feels like something normal. At one stage , crying was a rare thing for me – but now it seems like an everyday kind of thing. I feel the heat that radiates from my tears - it’s a cold and windy night , I am able to hear the rain falling against my glass window. My body shivers in cold , the only heat I feel is from my tears.

I had said it to hurt him, to put him back in his place because he had dared to call me a hypocrite. I started to strip off my shirt, tossing it onto a chair. I climbed into the bed, sliding under the duvet. The space was small, the scent of Danny’s shampoo, something fruity and cheap filling my nose. He didn't move. He was a deep sleeper, always had been. I shifted closer, my eyes adjusting to the dark. That’s when I saw it. The pillowcase was dark. Damp. I leaned in, peering at his face. There was a faint, glistening trail leading from the corner of his eye down to the silk. It looked like he had been crying.

" I shut my eyes but I knew fully well, there was no sleep coming for me that night. And maybe all the nights of my life with the way heart was heavy like it could never recover. No later than a few seconds, I broke down in silent tears. My tears never stopped running, it was a talent– I would call it so. By morning, my pillows was soaked and stained with the pangs of my heart.

She doesn't understand why they would give her the master bedroom. As she lies down on the big, soft bed, her muscles relax. She is surprised when she suddenly breaks without warning, tears beginning to leak from her eyes in torrents, as though she's been waiting for this moment to let out all the grief she's been holding inside during the past days. What feels like a mixture anger and sadness pull at her heart, threatening to break it in it's intensity. She buries her head against the soft blue pillow on her new bed, letting herself cry without any restraint.

She shook her head and kept staring out of the window, then she whirled it down as the chilly breeze brushed past her face. “Don’t touch.” I closed the window and noticed she was crying; countless tears were rolling down her cheeks, so I parked the car by the side and placed my hand on hers. “I won’t touch your pillow, so don’t cry.” “If you take my pillow, then how will I go to sleep at night? What will I use to quiet my sobs every night? All my precious tears, where will they go?” She kept asking, and I clenched my fist. Does she cry herself to sleep every night? Or was she just talking drunk?

She asked herself as she collapsed onto her bed, curling up into a ball and crying herself to sleep. Lisa's tears flowed endlessly, soaking her pillow as she lay there weeping. Each sob was like a hammer to her heart, shattering it into tiny pieces. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of betrayal and hurt, and her body was weighed down by the heaviness of her emotions. But as the night wore on, her sobs became quieter, her breaths deeper, and her tears began to dry up.

What she did was completely and utterly messed up. He yanked the curtains shut and went back to watching TV. At some point, he drifted off. When he woke up the next morning, he noticed his pillow was damp and cold. His tears had caused it. He cursed to himself, wondering if Cora's sudden appearance last night really got under his skin that badly. Joseph liked to think of himself as strong. But in the relaxed state of sleep, his hidden fragility had quietly surfaced. Without him even realizing it, his tears had soaked the pillow in the night.

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

This dress is trash now anyway. I lay in bed thinking through the fading memories I have left of my mom and a tear slips down my check and drips onto my pillow. A few more tears fall before I eventually drift off to sleep.