Tears In My Pillow Novels & Stories

Was I so blind, so desperate for affection, that I had misread every sign, every fleeting moment of connection? I buried my face in the thin pillow, the coarse fabric scratching against my skin. The pain was unbearable, a crushing weight on my chest. Tears streamed down my face, soaking the pillowcase. I cried until my body was wracked with sobs, until exhaustion finally claimed me, pulling me into a fitful, dream-haunted sleep.

I huddled in the bed, clutching the pillow tightly, as tears continued to roll down my face. The night seemed endless, and the weight of uncertainty and emotions left me exhausted. Finally, my eyes closed, but my sleep was filled with restless, troubled dreams, reflecting the inner turmoil raging within me.

I thought girls only do this , they are habitual of hugging pillows while sleeping! He looked so cute and relaxed now. My eyelids feeling heavy with tiredness because of today’s sudden revelations of our lives and I needed some rest. I found little space beside him and didn’t think much to plop down myself. As soon as my head touched the spare pillow ,sleep took over me. But I wasn’t aware of the tears which slipped secretly from my eyes when I took a glance of sleeping Krish beside me. Next morning Sun was seeping through the big window of his room and it succeeded waking me up.

RILEY I have found comfort with myself. It has been three whole weeks since Jude broke that news to me. Tears weren’t even shed, as I was scared someone might just walk in and see me crying. That is a level of weakness I refuse to show to anyone. But, somehow, when I wake up every morning, a small part of my pillow is always wet from tears shed in my sleep. My dreams have become so sad, I don’t get so surprised when I see the wet patch on the bundle of clothes I call pillow, whenever I wake up.

No answer came. Only silence. --- My eyes slowly moved to the door. For a second… I wished it would open. I wished he would walk in. I wished he would come and say something… anything. Even if it was small. Even if it was cold. At least it would mean he still sees me. --- But the door stayed closed. And the silence became louder. --- I turned my face into the pillow. And finally… The tears came. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just quiet tears that soaked into the fabric.

Why was it so painful? Tears flowed down my cheek and onto the pillow like a river ruining wild in flood and only when the tiredness from that day engulfed me whole and sent me into a deep sleep, did my tears stop. ***************

But I'd rather not tell her the reason I'm like this all of a sudden. So I barely nod before making my way to my corner of our room. Tossing my phone onto the bed, I flop down and bury my face in my pillow, tears spilling freely like spring water.

“That is all I can promise right now.” I nod slowly. Tears slip down my face. They run into my hair on the pillow. He rolls off me. He pulls me close against his chest. I lie there quietly. I stare at the blank wall. Disgust curls tight in my stomach. It feels so thick I can almost taste it in my mouth.

Red POV I dragged myself to the dining room. My day was terrible, and my night was a nightmare. I kept seeing Aurelian in my dreams, and each time he said he didn’t want me, I would wake up and cry myself to sleep just to have the same dream. My eyes are so heavy and red, and tears have dried up on my face. I feel pale and empty. I have no more tears in my eyes. I dragged myself to the dining room, sitting beside Felix.

I sat on the edge of my bed, my world crumbling around me. Tears streamed down my face, leaving salty trails in their wake. Packing my belongings felt like packing away the shattered remnants of my heart, each item a painful reminder of what I had lost. The door creaked open, and Jen, entered the room. She gasped at the sight of my tear-stained cheeks and rushed to my side, concern etched on her face. Her touch was gentle as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.