Tears In My Pillow の小説・ストーリー

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

Adrian lets go of my wrist and I slip away down the hallway. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks, my silent cries hidden behind a stoic face. My cries become loud once I am inside my bedroom, burying my face into my pillow, allowing my sobs to lull me into a restless sleep.

Those shirts I used to love seeing him in that made him look so damn sexy, same shirts I'd wear at night. I brushes my tears as I opened the door slamming it behind me. Taking off my shoes and throwing them in frustration across the living room. I ran up the stairs and into my room. Letting my body fall on the bed as I gripped the sheets that still had the lingering smell of his scent. Gripping his pillow tightly, hugging it close to my heart. Letting my tears fall as I cried in bed until I could no more, sleep taking over my exhausted body from the worst night I felt I had in all my life.

I really missed them. I turned to my side and grabbed a pillow then I hugged it tightly and closed my eyes to push the tears back before they would escape because I hated crying and it just made me feel weak. I missed them but I wasn’t going to let it make me feel weak so no crying. Instead, I was going to grieve for them in my heart. I kept on hugging the pillow with my eyes closed and I remained that way for a long time until I slept off. ***********************

I curl into a ball and squeeze the pillow tightly, burying my face into it. What I'm doing isn't healthy, I know that. I should employ healthier coping mechanisms. I should have talked more to Moi, sought him out, given him a piece of my mind(not this one either). Maybe write down my feelings and give them to him. Instead I wrap myself around his pillow, drinking in his scent of musk and wood and cry myself to sleep, hiccuping at every thought of us. Of him. And then the tears flow harder when I think of them together.

Why I'm getting tears in my eyes now! . . . . . . . . .

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,

Oh no. Huge tear drops start staining my pillow.... and any energy I had this morning is gone. I cannot get myself to get out of bed..... I cannot stop crying. How can I do this........

Roselle's Pov: I ran into the house as dad saw my tear-streamed face I run up the stairs bawling my eyes out. I slam my door shut and get on my bed grabbing my pillow crying out all the hurt and despair, I saw one of my best friends sleeping with my boyfriend and the look on Jackson's face means It's been going on longer than just that one time. My pillow becomes wet with tears as I stare at the photo of Jake and me kissing, I knock it off the side table as it smashes on the ground glass shattering on the floor.

Something hot. Tears.