Tears Of Love Novels & Stories

Tears of joy welled in her eyes as she processed the magnitude of the moment. A tear left Gia’s eyes. Actually, she had two streams of rivers down her cheeks. Her Greek God was on his knees, proposing. “A thousand times, yes!” As Gia's trembling voice uttered her heartfelt affirmation, a wave of emotions surged within her, overwhelming her senses in the most beautiful way possible. Tears of joy gathered at the corners of her eyes, reflecting the glimmering sunlight dancing off the ocean waves. In that poignant moment, her heart swelled with an indescribable elation—an effervescent joy that bubbled up from the depths of her being. Her soul felt buoyant, as if lifted by the very essence of lov

"I beg you!" She was crying, it was hurting me to see her sobbing so badly, but I had no choice...I have to do this. "I thought, you love me!" She yelled at me with a hint of disgust in her voice and hate in her eyes. I let out a small chuckle at her innocence, "I do love you babe, but someone has to pay the price for betraying me. " "It is a huge misunderstanding...Please, listen to me. " I ignored her, I wish it has to be the same way as she said, but it wasn't. I never felt so betrayed before.

Poof! ** The 2017 Chevrolet Malibu could sense something wrong with the 19 year old lady behind the driver's seat who was barely gripping the wheel. Her eyes were moist, clothes were drenched in her tears, her pretty brown hair scruffy and untidy and she couldn't help but steal glances at the rearview mirror for maybe a little boy of 5 flagging her down from behind.

She did not expect him to stupid enough to use the same proposal. Maeve turned away from her, walking towards her table. She slumped into the chair and covered her face with her palm. She was breathing heavily, her entire body trembling with rage and a little bit of sadness. She could feel the tears prickling at the back of her eyes. “We are going to lose this project,” she said, her voice quieter and resigned. “We will lose it and everybody will be right about me. They already think I don’t have half a brain in my head anyway and they’ll be right.”

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.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

It's a threshold, a point of no return. As the taxi carries me away from the familiar, the tears I've restrained finally break free. I sob uncontrollably, the weight of the pain and loss I'm enduring crashing over me like a relentless wave. Each tear that escapes my eyes bears witness to a love that once burned brightly but now lies in smoldering ruins.

Still got the flowers that you sent And the note you wrote that said that we were meant To be forever An' I keep them all as evidence In a drawer under the mirror Filled with empty promises I don't know why I keep letting you lie to me Hard as I try It seems I can't break away I thought that you would be the hero Come and save the day But you're a villain Your sins unforgiven I'm going down, and you have watched me drown In a river of tears, lost beneath the stream Under the waves, I've found the strength to say The river of tears has washed me clean Go ahead and wish me well I'll cry a wishing you well I'll fly before I fail I'll set sail and drift away So I won't need you here Love sinks a

Elation reinvigorates my soul, and the tears that come now aren't caused by pain but by love pouring from my heart. "I love you, Alessio Scarfoni." He smiles. "I know."

The tears, once foreign and strange, now flowed freely, washing away the facade of invulnerability, exposing the rawness of his emotional landscape. He would not deny himself this catharsis any longer. The tears were not a sign of weakness, but rather a testament to his humanity. They were a reminder that even in a world of gears and calculations, the capacity for love, loss, and longing remained. And so, he let them fall, his emotions pouring forth like a torrential rain, cleansing his metallic shell and nourishing his fragile spirit.