Tears On Their Own Novels & Stories

What a way to meet your biological parents. "What if I can't do it?" I ask and sniff. My emotions come into everything right now. Animal advert on the TV? Tears are streaming down my face. Something looks cute but is actually a food...tears. Nikolai getting stabbed? Obviously, there are tears. Even the tissue advert had me in tears yesterday. I believe I need some of them. They state that they are good for spillages, and I can't seem to keep my tears at bay these days.

, he grunted out while running his fingers in his hair and fisting them frustratingly. "Like some possessive boyfriend!", I deadpanned and wiped at my cheeks, wiping away the first tear which managed to flow down my left cheek. Damn you tears! That's one thing about me. Every time I'm angry, my eyes would unconsciously tear up and no matter how much I try to hold those tears in, they would show up. "That's because I am your boyfriend!", he bellowed, as if he had to yell to prove this. I'm really not deaf, you know?

I said, still surprised. “Well, I’ll always be in the picture” he said, his words made me so emotional, he had no idea how his words affected me. I could feel my eyes tearing, still lost in his gaze. And suddenly the tears I was holding for a long time, they escaped my eyes, betraying my pride. “Wow, these onions are really bad, are you hurt? Need any napkins?” he teased, not having any idea that those tears didn’t fall because of the onions, they fell because of him.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

And that's when the tears came. I don't know where it came from. I wasn't sad, exactly. I wasn't even thinking about anything in particular. But something just cracked open in my chest without warning, and before I could stop it, my eyes were burning. Then my throat was tight. Then I was actually crying, just these stupid involuntary tears sliding sideways across my face and disappearing into his shirt. I tried to stop. I pressed my lips together and willed it to go away, but it just kept coming, and then I was shaking slightly and there was nothing I could do about it.

[59. Truths] Tears slithered out of Aroon's eyes as he closed the diary. The old diary trembled in his shivering hands. He felt like the whole world crashing down on him. He is a crying and sobbing mess. He has never cried like this ever in his entire life. His heart felt like it would burst into a million pieces at any time. He don't know what to do, Where to go. Tears pouring down like waterfall and he wiped it harshly.

Bradon did not have the obligation to stay loyal to me. This time when the tears welled up in my eyes, I didn't struggle to hold them back. I let my tears fall freely as they overflowed from my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. I sat there on the bench crying without bothering to wipe my tears away from my face. There wasn't anyone passing by to see my tears anymore, not that I would have minded.

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.

Zion asked. "It's because I'm so happy. I just can't stop the tears." She said to him, wiping her eyes. "Are you sure you are happy?" He scrutinized, not believing that one would cry while happy. "I'm positive, baby. It's called tears of joy. Now, tell me what else you guys want. Your daddy is here and can do anything." "Is he really our daddy, mommy?" Autumn asked for the first time. And I shared a look with Avelina. It was time.

I wanted to tidy up myself, but I avoided bending down as much as possible. As I sat alone, munching on rice cakes and watching the Taiwanese movie "Man in Love," tears filled my eyes. The story's depth and the characters' emotions resonated deeply with me, reflecting my own experiences and struggles. Scene after scene, I found myself overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. The story of this movie is so deeply touching, you can learn many lessons from it.