Tears Of My Soul Mga Nobela at Kwento

Apparently, his boss borrowed her so he will be deducting the money every month from her salary "Mr Merra said And that's her boss, He added "Thank you so much son, we really appreciate that" "You are welcome ma, don't mention" Come here, Jack move closer to her and she rub her palm on his head, Jack eyes change to res and tears was about dropping from them Briana notice that, then Jack immediately excused himself and went out Briana followed him immediately, "Are you okay sir, " "Yes of course, "And what happen, why did your mood change when my mum touch your head"

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.

And he's with her now. Kari sunk down in the small leather chair, the sound of it creaking moving past her as the first of several tears fell on her cheeks. She hated herself for crying, for being so scared of what might happen, but there was no helping it. Her heart had been broken too many times and it was on the precipice of happening again. "Tears are said to be the cleansing of the soul." A deep voice sounded from the door and Kari jerked up, wiping at her face and trying to compose herself.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

,' her eyes had brimmed up, but like always, she didn't let the tear fall Ah! My little heart, my poor soul, let's batter this whole world and soar.. All Hearts !!

Her words still affected me greatly, pushing down on my lungs like a heavy stone, and creating a lump in my throat, that started turning my breathing into an impossible task. I had leaked a few tears last night too, even when I vowed myself crying was something never to do again, crying weakened the soul and crumpled away confidence. I sighed, trying to keep them from falling. I couldn’t let tears win, because their victory would ruin me. Frustration built inside me once again, adding a few tears of fury.

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

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.

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

A sob works its way up from the depths of my soul and I wail, tears spiralling down my cheeks. God. I can't handle losing her.