Tears Of My Soul Novels & Stories

"I-I didn't mean for this to happen. I am angry, I am hurt. My soul is bleeding. Tell me what I should do? Tell me what I can do?" I plead with him, tears streaming down my cheeks as I bite my lower trembling lip to hold my sobs that wish to break free.

My sight became hazy, clouded by tears and the reflection of the sun dancing on the polished marble beneath my feet. As the pain deepened, tears rained down my face, flowing freely like a torrential downpour. It felt as if a dam, long sealed, had suddenly burst open, releasing a flood of pent-up emotions. Each tear represented the weight of every heartbreaking experience I had endured. They were tears shed for the countless times the woman I considered my mother had subjected me to beatings. They were tears shed for the irreplaceable loss of my Grandpa. And, most importantly, they were tears of anguish over the futile attachment to someone that never truly belonged to me in the first place.

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So with every ounce of my strength, I dragged his unconscious body outside before collapsing beside him. I woke up in the hospital with a permanent burn scar on the back of my neck. Back then, I only had one thought. "At least Judd's okay." It never crossed my mind that he would mistake Megan for his savior, or that we would end up here. My silence seemed to give him the answer he needed. Tears began streaming down his face as he covered his eyes, and his shoulders shook violently. "I'm so sorry… I had no idea…" After crying for a while, he looked up with a strange glint in his eyes.

I clenched my hands, tears welling up in my eyes. Damn! When will the tears stop? There is no end in sight. It’s as if I just want to be a robot and not feel anything. Dominic approached me and knelt in front of me, saying, “Sophia blackmailed me, believe me, and I didn’t like all of this.” I laughed as I looked up at the ceiling at his bullshit excuse.

But the rain seems to echo my agony, a symphony of tears from the heavens above. Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions any longer, I fling open the car door and stumble out, my knees giving way as I collapse onto the soaked ground. The raindrops merge with my tears, and the world around me blurs into a watercolor of pain and despair. I let out gut-wrenching sobs, each one tearing through my chest like a knife, as if trying to free my heart from the prison of love and betrayal.

The tears in Jacklyn's eyes welled up until they blurred her vision. "Eugene… You're the one who upset me."

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

His strength was so intense, I think he could have simply snapped my neck in half within a few seconds so maybe he is making my death slow and painful because he is enjoying it. I thought this was going to be my end. Did I have regrets? Torin was going to die because of me. That was probably my regret. Water brimmed my eyes because of the lack of oxygen. Even while dying, I would like to clarify that those were not tears, it was simply a physiological lacrimation response due to hypoxia. I saw a fading figure of the Beta who had entered via the kitchen door, he looked hesitant or even disappointed. I close my eyes as I feel myself getting light headed.