Tears Of A Flower Novels & Stories

I could only stare at him. "You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. It reminds me of my childhood. How green and fresh and dewy the grass was early in the morning. My mom loved it, always made us walk in the grass barefooted. Said it connected her to nature. Your eyes, they remind me of the feel of her hand holding mine, her laughter, the feel of the grass under my feet. The morning air, all the warmth and love in our home...y-you remind me of all that. Everything I've missed." Then he kissed me on my cheek, and I felt it then, a lone tear falling on my neck and sliding down. "Thank you, Flower."

With a sense of innocence and joy that only a child could bring, he turned to Mama Hazel and asked, "Do you think the flowers will be happy after the rain, Mama?" Hazel's heart swelled with tenderness at Theo's question, his innocence and empathy shining through his words. She smiled warmly and replied, "Yes, Theo. The rain helps the flowers grow, bringing them the water they need to bloom and thrive. It's like a gentle hug from nature, nourishing and renewing the beauty of the world around us."

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

I stop gazing at her afriad to move another inch. " Why did you never come back to me, You left me to the darkness," her soft sweet voice asks, as her body doubles over in pain. I watched horrified as she falls over onto the rocky ground, a black with purple flower slipping form her grasp landing next to her on the rocks. Moving with everything I have sweeping her into my arms, as the fragance of the flower reaches my nose I grasp her tighter. She turns her head to look at me, gurgling as she tried to say something. I watch as fear crosses over her eyes and I hear her heart beat stop as she takes her last breath.

I was foolish enough to think that as long as Anya was safe, I would tolerate Freya and Liam from thereon. "But you never picked up, not even once! Do you have any idea how much it hurt for me to see Anya drawing her last breath in my arms?" Ack! Lucas was so heartbroken that he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. As his tears were mixed with blood and trickled down the side of his cheeks, he was drowned by an immense sheet of sorrow and pain. He knew Cassiopeia would never forgive him. Even he had trouble forgiving himself for what he had done.

Victor spoke aloud, not that he and I needed explaining, but Ayla could hear, unconsciously. The Drops of Tears is a very special flower and is practically extinct, as it was created when Selene was crying and begging Zeus to save Endymion. They have the power of the Goddess herself and can be used in many ways, including to poison or heal any Lycan or Werewolf.

she cried as she talks in between her sobs with her head face to the ground. The setting sun was becoming dimmer, exhibiting orange-red color as if it could feel her pain, the cloud was becoming dull as if responding to her, and the flowers in the field were as though there having received water for months now. The flowers on the tree above her start falling off as if lamenting with her, the flowers were dried and cranky as though life was slipping away from them. Among all the flowers that fell on the ground, one fell directly before her, blooming brightly and freshly as if the life that we're sipped from the others was given to it. The flower smells like life, it was earthly...like the com

he finished with a tear in his eye. Laylan felt a sudden jerk at her heart and a tear formed in her eye. She had shed tears before but not from this depth of sorrow. She blinked and it escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek and jaw line to her chin. She watched it fall and touch the ground and a dark black, rose sprung from the ground. She watched as it grew and bloomed. But instead of a fairy appearing and being born, as her tears had always done in Cion, it simply withered and died. She knelt down and felt a wave of disappointment wash over her.

Just the relentless presence of those carnations, blooming in every corner, their petals taunting me. I felt tears start to burn at the edges of my eyes. It wasn’t just the flowers; it was everything—the suffocating silence, the fear creeping up my spine, the uncertainty of what was happening and why. The walls felt like they were closing in, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I brought my knees up to my chest, my hands shaking as I wiped away the tears. I was losing it. I was losing myself.

“It’s all part of the lesson.” Outside, Tessa ran down the stone path into the garden, the morning air cold against her tear streaked face. She sank onto a wooden bench beneath the cherry blossom tree, the petals falling slowly around her like tiny, silent witnesses. Her body shook as she tried to catch her breath, to quiet the storm of emotions inside her.