Tears Of The Saints By Leeland Novels & Stories

Haya's pov I bit my tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave my eyes and that's when I can't hold them back. first, one small crystal bead escaped from my right eye, I can feel the warmth sliding down my cheeks and rolling off my chin, then another and another until my eyes flooded with them, coming like a rainfall. My brother walked towards me that's when I burst out into tears because I couldn't take it any more, I sobbed into his chest clutching his jacket and he held me in silence.

"Now. Close your eyes. Feel the Tear." I did. It was there. Always there. A massive presence in the back of my mind. "Don't fight it," Thea instructed. "Just observe. What does it feel like?" "Cold. Heavy. Like... like drowning in a frozen ocean." "Good. That's your perception of it. The Tear isn't actually cold—you're making it cold because you fear it. Now. Try to feel it differently. What if it wasn't an ocean? What if it was something you could use?"

Tess A single tear escaped and slid down her chin. All the images of her father are too painful to remember along with the prayers she is currently praying. Then the second image that appeared in her head was the image of Rocky's face trying to save her from the chaos she caused a few days ago. The sound of gunshots and the screams of the people there felt so real in Calistha's head that she couldn't control the tears that were pouring down her thin cheeks. Then Luca's face also worsened her sadness which felt increasingly tight filling her chest cavity. Ever since she had known Luca, she had felt that the man was a good man and the one who would help her get out of this trouble apart from A

Iden glanced briefly at Ellaya, his expression unreadable, before guiding Annabell away, leaving Ellaya alone with her overwhelming emotions. Ellaya clenched her jaw tightly, tears cascading down her cheeks like broken pearls, each one carrying the weight of her shattered feelings. The tears blurred her vision as she struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging inside her, her body tensed with unspoken words and her heart heavy with the burden of the moment.

“You’re a long way from home. What brought you to Stillwater?” Leila gave her another forced smile, “A change of scenery, I guess. That’s a lovely painting. I always admired The Virgin Mary. I’ve always been curious about Catholic saints.” “Well, you Methodists don’t have very many, nor do you honor them like you should. I pray to Saint Mary every night. She is the most blessed of all the saints as she brought forth…”

Elder Ysmera and the rest steps forward with glowing stones, placing them one by one around the body. The light folds over Mother, white and silver, like the moon itself descending to take her. Then I see it— a single tear, slipping from Pelin’s eye. My breath catches.. I can’t speak. But one thought claws through my chest— That tear must not touch the body¡.

“They struck me with the whips until they had gotten in close enough for one of the men to jab his sword into my chest. In pain, I collapsed. They continued to my horror and pain, to stab and cut me.” Laylan looked around, realizing that these stains were made of Artimous' own blood. She looked back at him and a single tear rolled down his cheek and long face. She felt her heart clench and ache with a sadness that she had not ever felt. It was deep and dark. Holding fast to her heart, squeezing it with a mighty strength. A tear pricked at her eye, and she moved to wrap her arms around him.

Rose's eyes met Emily's, revealing the traces of tears that had stained her cheeks. "Thank you," Rose whispered, her voice filled with gratitude as she accepted the warm cup. With each sip, the fragrant liquid cascaded down her throat, providing a small respite from the overwhelming emotions that had consumed her. Emily settled beside Rose on the couch, placing the tea carefully on the coffee table. She reached out, her hand finding solace on Rose's shoulder, a silent gesture of solidarity. In that touch, Emily conveyed her unwavering support, assuring Rose that she was not alone in her struggles.

“They killed her. I d-don’t know how . . . but I was too drunk that day until night. I can’t even stand straight, so she let me sleep inside the other room, in the outfit room. In the middle of the night . . . I heard some noises coming from the other room. It was like they’re fighting inside and banging on the wall seems they’re throwing bodies. I can’t sleep, so I went outside and took a look. I saw bloods on their hands, on their mouth, stains of blood on their clothes, and it was flowing on the floor. My vision was kind a fuzzy but . . . But I know what I saw. They are animals!” Calex could no longer hold back his tears from bursting out of his eyes and sobs heavily with his own hands. “

She held my hand as her cold tears dripped onto my face. "Mia, your wish came true," she whispered. "They've all been caught. We rescued so many people…" I smiled as I slowly closed my eyes. Finally. Maybe this way, I could repay a fraction of my sins.