Novel & Cerita Tears Of My Soul

And now, this is the time I feel like I need him most. That's why I... that's why I love him. He's really special. He's a shoulder to cry on and I know he’ll always be there for me. From: Blake sorry, cal. can't. i have stuffs to do. i'll see u tomorrow. Or maybe not. —

He felt that somehow his relatives disappearance had to do with him; the blood on his shirt kept dripping on the floor, disturbing the silent dust. He fell to the floor, his body racked with sobs. The room echoed with his anguish, the sound reverberating off the walls. Each tear that fell from his eyes carried the weight of his grief, a testament to the love he held for his nephew and his sister. He longed for them.

If I find you, I’ll leave myself, in you somewhere there is my shore. You alone are what I remember. O' my SOUL... _______________________ Since the time I have passed through your door, I have started to laugh freely, You are the most precious gift from God... O' my SOUL... _______________________ The prayers of the heart went beyond the sky, It was then that I got you, O' my SOUL... _______________________ I found my SOUL in you. My world doesn’t exist beyond your arms, keep me here only,

Something hot. Tears.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

And there, my tears flowed freely. @SenaSen

Tears gathered in her eyes making her vision blur she looked down and two fat tears slipped down from her eyes while kissing her cheeks. "I'm so broken beyond repair. My soul has already died. As so my heart. When I don't have a heart, how am I supposed to love you back? How can I give the same amount of love that you are showering on me." There were tracks of tears on her face. Her voice was thick with tears.

I need solace, A place to call home. A place to curl up and cry, And never have to wipe the tears, Before anyone sees. I need a little more help, But I should be a helper. I'm carrying the weight, Of the universe on my shoulders, And this gets tiring, I just need peace. Curl into a blanket, Let the tears flow. Let it rain, Blood and water, As I'm baptized by the blades, My soul stuck in eternal damnation.

“That is not a small thing, Sophia.” “It feels like nothing. It feels like ash.” I looked down at my hands. They were trembling. I clenched them into fists, my short nails digging half-moons into my palms. The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the other kind. “And I can still feel it, Kael. The Tear’s power. It’s not a tool I put away. It’s… a current. Always flowing just beneath my skin. I could call it up right now.” I turned my head to look at him, my eyes aching with exhaustion. “I could become that… vessel again. That conduit for a goddess’s grief.”

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.