Tears, Lies, And A Heart Of Fire Novels & Stories

I reached out and brushed my hand across her cheek, wiping away the tear clinging there. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice high with panic. She blinked at me, a little stunned. “I’m not crying anymore, I swear,” she added with a sniffle trying to sound brave. I tightened my grip on her shoulder. “Tears of grief!” I shouted. The moment I named it, the tear shimmered with power. The pain she had felt, the heartbreak, the fear of losing me it transformed into a luminous barrier of water between us and the dark flames.

For whom I was just the toy, ** my heart asked, My love will have to burn in the fire of hatred, only then the disaster of revenge will calm down. "Did you ever love me?" he asked staring into my eyes with such intensity that for a second I thought I would flow with emotions, *Yes* my mind and heart screamed at the same time but I can't say this to him, I tried not to cry in front of him, but my shameless tears welled up in my eyes, Seeing my tears, he smile and this was a genuine smile, pulling me close to him and wrapping his arms around me, he puffed out a heavy breath,

My chest heaved with the effort of keeping breath inside me, of holding myself together when everything begged to shatter. ‎No tears came. My eyes burned, but they stayed dry. Perhaps I had none left. ‎The room felt colder, darker. The weight of their lies pressed heavy on my shoulders. Yet beneath it, somewhere deep, the fire still smoldered. ‎They could strip me of dignity, drag my name through mud, brand me with shame that was not mine. They could laugh, they could destroy every piece of the life I had built. ‎But I was not gone. ‎Not yet.

Tears pricked at my eyes, sudden and hot, and I let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh. "You're going to make me cry," I whispered. "Good tears?" he asked, brushing his thumb beneath my eye to catch the first one that slipped free, the same gentle gesture he used every single morning when I looked at my burns and felt the old fear rise up. "The best tears," I said, my voice thick. "I didn't know I was allowed to want all of this. Not after everything. I thought maybe I'd used up my share of happy endings just getting out of that fire alive."

I bleed invisibly in a house made of crystal lies. I’ve written letters I’ll never send. Scrawled apologies on napkins, on the backs of receipts, in the margins of newspapers. Words like “I’m sorry,” “I love you,” “Please don’t forget me.” But they’re all lies too, in their own way. What good are apologies when the damage is already done? What good is love when it looks like betrayal from every angle? I burned the last note in the fireplace two nights ago. Watched the edges curl like the trust we used to share.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

The firefighter puts the hose down and walks over to where I am standing and asks, “What exactly happened?” I can’t tell him the truth. I try to form a lie on the spot. I am not a great liar and what can I even say? “I was working in my shed and the something electrical caught fire.” I lied; it was the best I could do under pressure “it happened so fast. I am so glad you got here when you did.” He squints his eyes while he’s listening to my fabricated story, I am not sure if he believed me or not. “Interesting” he said finally. “You need to be more careful out here you could have burned the whole forest down.”

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

I'm not crying," I said quickly. But if I had a mirror in front of me, I would have seen the silent tears streaming down my cheeks. Was I heartbroken when I came to this village twenty-one years ago? Yes. The man I loved and wanted to marry had impregnated my best friend. From that moment, we never spoke again. Should I blame him or Isoken, my best friend? If he had married another woman, maybe I could have accepted it. But no, he chose someone I trusted.

Isabel's eyes dropped, her shoulders slumping in defeat, as I continued to berate her. As the silence stretched on, it became clear that I may explode. I was hurt, and Isabel's actions had only added to my pain. The cigarette smoke wafted through the air, a reminder of the tension that hung between us. It seemed that only time would tell if I would forgive Isabel and move forward.