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Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."

The money I had left was less than ten thousand naira after sending most of it to my mom. After cleaning my room and taking a bath, I felt empty. This wasn’t my body anymore, it felt foreign, like something had been stolen and could never be returned. As I stepped out of my room again, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I turned back and threw myself onto the bed, my knees hitting the floor. My body shook with agony. But no amount of tears could bring back who I was before. It was gone, and gone forever.

'Happy Breakup', 'I've Been Quiet', 'Falling Rain', and even 'Orbiting'. "How can I hide my sorrows, to the place where I lost you... Even when I close my eyes, I can still see you leaving... I am stunned, I'll forget about you, I'm waiting for the day, when someone will replace you... The tears in my heart have blurred the world..." She sang and cried until there were no tears left and she could no longer sing. She lowered her head and clenched her fists, her shoulders trembling. The door was pushed open.

"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."

Tears stream down my cheeks as I grapple with the weight of my past, the years of servitude and sacrifice that have led me to this pivotal moment. My resolve is unyielding; I am determined to break free, to forge my own path. I struggle to maintain my composure. My vision is blurred by the tears and chill that assaults my senses. The road stretches out before me. The rain begins to fall in earnest, slicking the roads and obscuring my vision. The droplets pelt the windshield. I flick on the wipers, but the onslaught of water seems relentless. It’s a constant barrage that threatens to engulf me.

A small slither of happiness wraps around my heart, and yet I still can't stop the tears from falling. "Thank you." He whispers out, like those two words were the hardest thing to ever say in his life. Shock overcomes my body as my head shoots up to look at him, my vision slightly blurry from the tears. We just stare at one another no words between the two of us. As he wipes my tears from my cheeks, Alessandro's palm rises up to cup my cheek, warmth soaking into the skin there. His steely eyes meet my green ones. Time appears to have stopped, leaving only Alessandro and myself.

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

You say you’re a mess You said that you’re broke All that I see are crystal tears Shining through these empty fears Like poison and oak You spread through my veins Ii think we’re infected just the same If there’s no cure I’m here to stay I pour myself another drink, took a few minutes to pause as I begin to feel my tears behind my eyes before I drank it all in one shot. I groan inwardly as I feel my throat burning with this whisky and my heart is hurting so much. If love is pain then set me on fire Keep lifting me higher in your veins If love is pain then throw me in the water

I clung to the hope that perhaps, in the release of my tears, I would find some semblance of healing, some semblance of peace. The tears continued to flow, each one carrying with it a fragment of my shattered dreams. I mourned for the life I had once known, the vibrant spirit that had now been eclipsed by uncertainty and fear. The weight of my tears felt both cleansing and exhausting, as if with each droplet, I shed a layer of my anguish.