Tears On Their Own Novels & Stories

All this guilt and pain and torture that is building up every single time I spend time with you. I'm trying really hard to stop my tears from falling by biting my inner cheeks. I'm trying my best not to cry because that would be embarrassing. I don’t want him or anyone else to think that I am getting sympathy from him for being a single mother. But suddenly I feel my tears falling. No. Don't fall. Stop. Don't cry. Damn tears! "Hey." Hugo coos and thumbs my tears away. I pull myself away from him and wiped my own tears with the back of my hand. "Shit I'm sorry." I keep wiping my tears as I lowered my head. "You shouldn't be seeing me like this. Sorry."

Who has the ears forming over its own eyes as the drop once again falls over it one after the other? "Shit how many times am I just going to let the tears fall, funk this waterfall" chucking in response placing the picture frame back at the table. Breathing out while pressing his lips into a thin line.

When she saw my excitement, she stared at me in disbelief. I ran into Joe and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back and cried, it started with sobs, but then graduated into real, loud tears. It was an emotional sight that day. I wish tears came down my eyes, but I was numb as usual. You know I have this stupid disorder that makes me unable to produce tears, except I induce it with an artificial item, like making use of artificial tears. "Ariana" he cried. His tears soaked my nightie. I was still in my nightie because I had not gotten out of bed since the previous night.

Despite the redness of Dillon's skin, he could still make out tear tracks and his eyes were a bit red. "You ok?" Tony asked softly. "Yer beet red and I see evidence of tears." Dillon smiled and nodded. "It's somethin' I've done since I was a kid. Tears are… heartbreaking, yes… but don't be sad for me. I let the spray from the shower… wash 'em away. I let the tears fall with the water… and they disappear down the drain with it." He separated from Tony and beamed at him. "When I get out and dry off, the tears are dried off too and they're gone for good… I'm not explainin' it well. It probably sounds cheesy," he added.

For the first time in years I didn’t reach for another mask to cover it. Hot, fast and humiliating tears came rushing down my cheeks. They tracked down the good side of my face and dripped onto the mask in my lap. I swiped at them with the back of my hand but more followed. My shoulders shook as a sound clawed its way out of my chest, it was not a growl, and not a snarl, just a low broken keening that rose and fell like something dying. I pressed the heels of my hands to my eye sockets and tried to force the tears back inside where they belonged. They wouldn’t stay.

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.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

I don't like our closeness. Go away from me... Far away from me... Please don't be the reason for my tears again. A tear came out of my eyes and I fell back on the bed weeping my tears. But the stupid tears didn't hear me. They like me so much that they never leave me alone.

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀 I felt the tears welling up inside me, a dam about to burst. I tried to hold them back, to stem the tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. But it was no use. The floodgates opened, and I was consumed by a torrent of grief. I sobbed uncontrollably, my body shaking with each ragged breath. Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty, as I wailed in anguish. I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow, unable to escape the crushing weight of my emotions.

From my rearview mirror, I saw him trying to catch up with my car for a while but he stopped midway panting heavily. My heart shattered and once again, those annoying little drops of water rolled out of my eyes. Well they can roll out as they please but I'm certainly not crying for him. I chopped some onions this morning that's the only valid reason for this tears. Sniff…