Tears Of Unfathomable Sadness Novels & Stories

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

"You never told me about your childhood. Never told me what you did for me. You just decided—all on your own—to die for me. Who gave you the right? Who the hell gave you the right to keep it from me?" Jayden's voice grew sharper, his anger building until he finally lashed out, kicking the gravestone beside him. What a sin. He stared at my photo on the gravestone, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts before slowly settling. Then his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, palms pressing into the dirt as tears fell. "Why did you do this? Why? What am I supposed to do…" His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair and pain.

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

The hurt is always there, just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow me whole A sob escapes my throat, the sound startling me in the quiet of the room. I don’t recognize it this broken, desperate noise that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. I press my hand to my mouth, trying to stop the flood of tears, but it’s too late. The dam has broken, and the tears pour out uncontrollably, like a river that’s been held back for far too long.

The weight he had carried so stoically now pressed upon him with an unbearable force, breaking down the walls he had built around his heart. Tears streamed down Vihaan's face, tracing a path of sorrow and pain. His body trembled with each sob that wracked his frame, his anguish echoing through the empty room. He sank to his knees, unable to bear the weight of the hurt any longer. The room, once filled with warmth and familiarity, now felt cold and unfamiliar, mirroring the emptiness he felt within.

am nothing but a curse to her life. I couldn't stop this time. Strangled sobs racked through my body uncontrollably. Each sob pierced though my entire being, making it hard for me to breathe. My lungs suddenly felt like they were closing up on me and my vision blurred by the tears. All my pent up emotions came crashing down in the form of these tears- sorrow, despair, pain, hurt, anger, guilt, worthlessness. I let them all come out and felt every emotions once again.

Each cry feels like an attempt to let out the pain that's taken hold of me. Nana Joyce, her eyes showing the sadness mirrored on my face, comes closer with a gentle touch. Her hands, marked by years and wisdom, try to comfort me as I give in to the flood of sorrow. In that moment, this mystical room becomes a place for my tears, where the sound of desperation fills the air. It's heavy with the burden of dreams that won't come true, and here I am, on the floor, shattered and inconsolable, grieving not just for Calhoun but for the broken pieces of what we once hoped for.

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

ELIANA I felt heartbroken. The weight of unrequited feelings and unresolved emotions settled in, making it hard to breathe. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to process the depth of my sorrow. It wasn't just about the end of a role or a chapter in my life; it was about the connection I had felt with him, the longing for something more. The ache within me seemed to echo through every part of my being, a poignant reminder of what could never be.

When faced with the tombstone, the reality of loss became even more difficult to bear. She tenderly ran her fingers past Duncan’s engraved name, as if to bring him back for a brief moment. She felt the tears flow freely on her face, unable to contain the sadness that surrounded her. In a matter of seconds, the tears turned into a deep, heartbreaking cry. It was a pain that consumed her inside, and the longing for the man who had left seemed unbearable.