Tears Of My Enemies 소설 & 이야기

Finally, the tears came. Hot. Angry. Humiliating. They poured out of her, silent sobs that shook her shoulders. She hated it. Hated giving her enemies this satisfaction, even if they would never see her like this. Her chest ached with every breath as she pressed her palms harder against her face, trying to smother the sound. “This is exactly what they want,” she whispered to herself between shaky breaths. “They want me broken before he realizes I’m not worth it. They want him to see me as a mistake.”

She turned around and marched out of the room, slamming the door so hard the glass in my window rattled in its frame. I stayed on the floor for a long, agonizing moment, my body trembling with deep, painful sobs. The tears running down my face now weren't just born out of fear or anxiety. They were tears of heartbreak, of raw betrayal, and the terrifying realization that my own mother had completely turned against me. She looked at me like an enemy, a criminal, and a thief who had broken her marriage.

It looked like he'd probably not need the stupid pig worker anyways. A comment destroyed his momentum and his viewers' camaraderie. annihilatorAK47 × the tears are fake everyone. Probably sprayed his special hair spray in his eyes to make them look so shiny and red. He's trying to get you all to empathise and you shouldn't be so easily fooled. #chelseaisafaker #faketears #fakemiddlenameischelsea He couldn't help but feel appalled. "You shouldn't judge people based on how shiny their eyes are with their tears. These tears are realer than anything real in your life annihilatorAK47. I'm crying from the pain and hurt in my heart."

Anna. I doubled down my steps while soft tears trickled from my eyes. Who would have thought that the man I finally found trust in, the same man I thought would make my life so much better regardless of the trauma I have been through would be the same person thrusting deeply into one of my greatest enemies. I hate everything about Mira from the way she looks at me to the stench of her breath and how she treats my kids. “I don't deserve this type of treatment!” I said to myself while fighting back the tears coming from my eyes.

Before millions of questions flood into my mind, an enchanting voice rings in my ears, "Rest assured, my love. This world has me. I will keep it safe for you. As for those rats, I will hunt them one by one. I'll drink their blood to make them remember you. FOREVER." Those words are very emotional. Despite not seeing her, I can see her sorrow through her voice, I can feel her hatred through the way she enunciates every word. The stranger is, I feel everything so real and the pain she feels breaks my heart, making my body tense and even more uncomfortable. 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 chee

They won’t look too good themselves. The thought of my mom and Serena seeing me fills me with dread, as I know they won’t take it well. I will find out who is responsible for this and make sure of it. Suddenly, Serena rushes into the room, tears clearly streaked down her cheeks. Freezing when she reaches the bed, Serena lets out a louder whimper. “Oh, my God.” I slowly sit up. “Serena, I am fine, I promise.” “You’re not fine. Look at you. I’ll kill whoever did this,” she sobs, gently touching my face.

They looked at each other, and then, with no more words, they ran off. I looked down, and my breath hitched in my throat. There was blood on the ground, a dark, viscous pool oozing from his side. They had stabbed him. His eyes, which had been squeezed shut in pain, suddenly flew open, and he stared directly at me, his eyes now bloodshot, a silent scream of agony and betrayal. I felt a pang of profound sadness, a strange empathy for the boy who would become my greatest enemy.

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.

I couldn't bear to be near mama, so I inched away and pressed my head against the cold, tinted glass. With a deep breath, I shut my eyes tightly and let the tears flow down my cheeks, each one a painful reminder of what was at stake. The mere thought of anything happening to my friends made my blood boil with regret, and I knew that I'd never be able to forgive myself if something did.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.