Tears In My Pillow Novels & Stories

He said, scoffing again. Tears approached my eyes. "Change the damn sheet." He ordered, releasing my chin and walking away. I sniffled, feeling tears roll down my eyes. I watched as he opened the door and walked out. I heaved a sigh as tears rolled down my eyes. I picked up the pillows that are on the floor. I sniffled, wiping my tears as I walked towards the couch and placed the pillows on it. I turned back to the bed, heading towards it, my eyes focused on the wet part of the bed. The wetness is impossible.

Tears welled up in my eyes, as the fear of uncertainty clawed at my very soul. I plunged my face into my pillow, letting it soak up all my tears. I can't do this, I just can't.

I didn’t know when I fell asleep while making my pillow wet from the tears. The next day, I woke up with dry eyes and a pale face. Combining my hair into a ponytail, I stared at my dull appearance and then down at my stomach. “I am sorry, baby,” I murmured and felt like the tears have started welling up in my eyes.

He dreamed of Brian laying next to him in a warm bed on a beautiful morning, pulling him into his arms and kissing him and laughing as he nuzzled over his cheeks and neck, covering him with his scent. He woke crying. It was dark outside, and he didn’t care. He grabbed a new pillow to cuddle and breathe in the scent of and cry into. It felt like he shouldn’t have any more tears. He could feel the ache of his eyes as they struggled to produce the salty droplets that soaked into the soft pillow.

When I couldn’t anymore, I sat next to him on the bed and picked up the pillow from the other side of the bed. I tightened my grip on the pillow as I pressed it against his face, and tears slipped from my face down to the pillow, “I’m sorry.” My hands became weak, and I let go of the pillow. I lay my end of the pillow as it was still on his face, “I’m sorry,” I apologized when I couldn’t control my tears. I don’t know how long I cried but I wiped my face when my eyes could no longer produce tears. I dropped the pillow back where I had taken it from and tucked the blanket over Beckham.

A tear betrayed her eyes which fell on the soft luxurious pillow and then got consumed. She was too like a teardrop and he was like this luxurious pillow which consumed the tear like Ivan caged her with himself.

There’s a brief flicker of indecision in his eyes. “Sorry, kid,” he drawls. He presses his eyes closed and starts thrusting again. A sob tears from my mouth as my eyes fly open, my dorm room softly illuminated by the pale light of the moon through the crack in the curtains. My heart is pounding in my chest, my throat raw. It was a dream. Just a dream. A terrible, awful dream. A nightmare. My body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, tears stain my pillow. I draw ragged breaths. Just a dream.

Lila I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The second Ryder left the room, the tears came hard and fast. I bent forward on the bed, arms wrapped around my stomach like I could keep everything inside. My shoulders shook. Quiet sobs turned into loud, broken ones. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle the sound, but it didn’t help. The ache in my chest felt too big, too sharp, like something had cracked open and wouldn’t close.

She didn't even bother to take off her clothes or her shoes. Hugging her pillow tightly to her chest, she curled her body into a defensive ball. The fabric smelled faintly of lavender detergent. Her shoulders shook as hot tears soaked into the pillow, each breath catching in her throat. The quiet pressed in from all sides, broken only by the distant hum of traffic outside and the occasional drip from a leaky faucet in the kitchen.

He was dabbing at my wounds with a cotton wool, his eyes focused on his fingers. I swallowed, tears immediately filling my eyes, my body lightly trembling. I turned back, burying my face in the pillow. The tears racked through my body, pushing me over the edge. The pain went beyond what any ointment could do, and I simply lay there, my back bare, my chest heaving with tears.