Novel & Cerita Tears In My Pillow

Alone in her room, Amara curled into the soft mound of her pillows, the weight of the day pressing against her chest like a physical force. Rain streaked the windows, tapping a restless rhythm that seemed to mirror the chaos inside her. She didn’t try to quiet it; she let the tears fall freely, tracing rivers down her cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath her. Each drop carried a fragment of the conflict that had become her life.

Roxana Sleeping is difficult; I close my eyes and then reopen them, but the ceiling above me never changes. Neither does the ache in my chest. The room is dark, except for the pale glow of city lights filtering through the curtains. Tristan’s side of the bed remains untouched—cold, empty. I curl closer to the pillow he used two nights ago; it still carries the faint scent of his cologne. Without thinking, I pull it against my chest. The tears come again, quietly this time. I don't sob or scream; I quietly cry until the pillow grows damp beneath my cheek.

I take it out and click on the message notification. Unknown: "Tears look good on your face."

I managed to say as tears gathered in my eyes. Immediately, the bowl was taken. Then in a second, she brought water and a clean rag. She helped me take some water, rinse my mouth with it, before using the rag to clean my mouth. Then my head went back to the pillow, and the tears began to flow from my eyes. However, I couldn’t even think. I began to feel sleepy almost instantly, even with the tears in my eyes. Then before I succumbed to the temptation of dizziness, I caught sight of Tessa looking down at me with pity.

When she saw my excitement, she stared at me in disbelief. I ran into Joe and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back and cried, it started with sobs, but then graduated into real, loud tears. It was an emotional sight that day. I wish tears came down my eyes, but I was numb as usual. You know I have this stupid disorder that makes me unable to produce tears, except I induce it with an artificial item, like making use of artificial tears. "Ariana" he cried. His tears soaked my nightie. I was still in my nightie because I had not gotten out of bed since the previous night.

But it only grew heavier, suffocating me, dragging me deeper into the hollow pit of my own mind. I closed my eyes, promising myself sleep, and after two endless hours of tossing and turning, I finally found it. When I woke up I realised that my pillow was wet. I stared at it for a long moment, my fingers pressing into the damp fabric. It took me a second to understand. Tears. My tears. I had cried in my sleep. A bitter laugh threatened to crawl up my throat, but I swallowed it down, sitting up as the blanket pooled around my waist.

She grabbed her pendant and hugged her knee. She didn't understand why she had dreams about her grandmother. Was it a dream or one of her long-forgotten memories? “Scarlett?” Rios sat next to Scarlett and hugged her right away. “Rios, I saw grandma in my dreams,” said Scarlett. “I heard her scream… I heard her cry…” Rios stroked her back and helped Scarlett get back into bed. “Will you just go back to sleep?” Rios adjusted the blanket and kissed her on the forehead. Scarlett grabbed his clothes before he could leave.

I lay on my bed and hug my pillow so tight, staining it with my tears. I don’t have a job, I don’t have anything, my life’s a mess, I broke up with him. Nothing is working out fine, but as always, Kendra always stays. Kendra is always there for me. The thoughts provoke the tears, and I let it all out, sobbing into my pillow, so I won’t make any noise that would disturb Kendra. My pillow is soaked with my tears, but I don’t care. My tears lead me to sleep, and I don’t struggle to stay awake.

I laid in bed holding my favorite fluffy pillow to my chest, as I broke into more tears. I didn’t deserve any of this!…

I watched my clock go from 8pm to 5:59 am. When the alarm flashed 6:00 a.m. I sniffled holding back more tears. Have you ever cried all night and ended up crying yourself to sleep? Yeah, well this wasn't those times. My pillow was soaked in tears, and my blankets had random wet spots from me tossing and turning, trying to go to sleep while crying. It didn't really work out too well. I muffled another sob into my pillow. Eyes closed or open, I still saw Chris lying in my arms, covered in blood. The sight was burned into my corneas.