روايات وقصص ضمن Tears Of My Soul

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

My knees hit the floor first and my arms rose up to my sides. “Moon goddess. Ancestors. Mother. Universe. Please, I ask, accept my soul. It is stained. It is dark but I plead. Accept my soul.” The tears poured and they were of such deep pain. They were of intense grief. I let them run but none came after.

When the guards leave the room, I allow my head to drop and my tears to pour freely down my face. My tears are the things that keep my soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what has been done, but they can carry me forward until a time comes when this searing pain is distant enough to forget. Perhaps it may be an oddity to thank my tears and be proud to cry if that is what saves me from becoming a monster.

The moment I arrived in my room, I allowed the heavy breathing to take charge of me and I suddenly began to notice tears flowing down my eyes and all over my face. These occurrences began to get me extremely worried and confused, as I was unable to know the reason for my tears and why was I breathing heavily. With every tears and every breath, I started becoming very sober and it all became uncontrollable for me. 'Am I mourning myself or my spirit is weeping for my demise already?' With the tears still heavily flowing down my eyes and cheeks, I thought to myself. "I guess my soul is yielding to defeat and saying goodbye to my body and everything around me!' With my face filled with those cou

They were shattered, yet entirely freezing, like I had just brutally destroyed something deep inside her soul that might never come back. She whispered, her voice so soft and reft of life it sounded like a ghost's. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, and a devastating ache hit my chest. Out of buried instinct, I wanted to reach out, to catch those tears and wipe them off her skin. Instead, I gritted my teeth and held my ground.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

Another tear slipped from my eyes. . . . . . TBC

The isolation gnawed at my spirit, leaving me feeling as though I were slowly unraveling. The weight of my tears became a heavy burden, threatening to pull me further into the depths of my sorrow. It was a bittersweet release, a catharsis born out of despair. The tears held within them the echoes of my shattered dreams, the unspoken fears, and the longing for a sense of purpose and belonging.

she screams at me, moving so fast I could barely catch the outline of her body disappearing further into the darkness. " Sarah my love, please come back," I plead with her. To scared to chase after her afraid that if I followed her I would only push her further into the darkness and would lose her completely to the shadows. Bending over on my knees I brought my head down to the black surface, cringing at the pain inside of my chest as my heart shattered into pieces. A lone tear escaped my right eye gliding down my cheek. It has been hundreds of years sense I've let myself feel any kind of pain let alone shed a tear for another soul. I wish so much that I could go back to that day and change

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.