Tears In My Pillow Novels & Stories

I bit my lower lip, looking up at the ceiling when I ran upstairs directly to my room as I threw myself on the bed. I put on a blanket as silent tears continued to drip down. I had controlled my tears the entire day but now, it was uncontrollable. "Why did this happen to me? To us? To our dreams?" I mumbled, continuing to wipe my tears. My heart clenched tighter, as if ripping to a thousand shreds when I picked up a pillow and threw it over. "I do not want to cry so… so, why do I feel like crying so much?" I asked, digging my head over the pillow as I continued to wail.

Rex mutters as he worriedly turn to walked away and when I heard the door shot hard behind me . I couldn't hold back tears anymore as they slowly stream from my eyes without My permission,Under the cascade Brazed of the cold inside my room ,I was welcome by the quiet atmosphere as I shiver freely under the bed ,I grabbed hold of the pillow not willing to let it go . My constant sniffing, alongside the tears which stream down my eyes without my permission caused me to shiver in fears the thought of my brother being in that situation for over three month without my awareness take a bold gripped on me .

I pressed my face into my pillow, silent tears slipping down my cheeks. I had never felt more alone.

I warned, as I dragged myself to the room I sluggishly tried to open the door, dragging my feet through the room. My bed called to me, and my pillows were ready to dry up the tears I was trying to hold back. Without thinking, I shut the door, and rushed to the bed, allowing my body to sink in, I pulled the pillow over my head. And soon, I was sobbing like my life depended on it. Tears streamed down my eyes, and when it became extremely hard to breath, I pulled away from the pillow.

I tried to console myself but I ended up wetting my pillow as I cried myself to sleep. ******* I woke up with my head banging hard. I held my head trying to stabilize myself and check where I was. I looked around and I figured out I was in my room, still without clothes. I looked at the pillow that had been stained with tears and the memories of the rejection flooded back.

I lay there, eyes wide open, breathing shallow, soul broken, staring into space. He lay next to me, naked and warm against my skin. I tried not to move, not to think about him, not to think about anything but this dark room that would soon become my entire life. Tears streamed down my face, out of my right eye, through the bridge of my nose, into my left eye, and onto the pillow. My pillow, my only friend. I sniffled, trying to hide my tears. They belong to me, not him. Besides, he doesn't care. Probably didn't care about me at all.

This is an upgrade by any account. I find an empty bed and drop my backpack on the pillow. I let myself flop down and close my eyes. Before I fall asleep, I feel a tear slide down my face. I want to wipe it away, but it seems like it deserves its moment.

I hugged my pillow. And let the tears fall silently into the dark.

“Daddy!!!” (STOP IT!!!!!) ~~~~~~ I shoot up in bed, what is going on? I feel tears streaming down my face and my pillow is damp with sweat. I look over to my mate and the dread is coming down in waves. Her tears are flowing freely in her sleep, and she is calling for her dad. My heart is breaking, what could she be dreaming?

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.