Tears Sting My Eyes Novels & Stories

She sniffed back her tears and rubbed her eyes with her palm. "I'm sorry for staining your clothes with my tears" "Nevermind, it seems you are okay now. But can I know why you are crying?"she stared at me like she was about to cry again. I don't know but whatever that is done to her is really painful and sad. Her eyes never desist from the sadness and pain.

My eyes sting with tears for some reason and her expression immediately softened. “What is wrong, baby? Are you okay?” She returns my questions, stressing the ‘you’. “I’m fine.” I told her, sniffling. I felt fine. I had no idea why I’m crying though and it seems I can’t fucking stop the tears. The more I tried to push them, the harder they fell.

Every woman there usually uses one. I chuckled bitterly as I let my body collapse on the bed back in the room. I can't believe how it's happening all over again. A stubborn tear slipped from the corner of my eyes as I stared at the ceiling. I harshly wiped it with my arm, but they just kept coming out. My eyes stung from the hot liquid coming out of them. My heart squeezed at this unfamiliar pain. It's been so long since I last felt it. I thought I had already been numb after everything. Turns out I'm not...

I wake up to a scratchy feeling underneath me, I try and open my eyes but I feel they are so swollen that I can only open them to little slits. Everything hurts, my body feels mangled and my back is on fire with every little move I make. I feel the tears prick my eyes and the sting of them falling down my face is pure agony. I don’t know how much more I can take and I have only been here for what 24 hours? I try to focus on breathing to calm my nerves so I’ll stop crying.

For many reasons that were all jumbled up in a mess in my mind, I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes. --To be continued…

I shouted to the taxi driver who was waiting for me in the driver's seat. I reached into my handbag and started looking for a tissue to wipe my right eye which was now starting to get watery and red. I feel like taking off my eyeballs for a moment and keeping them in my bag for a while, because they sting and itch. I don't know how to get rid of the pain and itching in my eyes anymore. Looks like I have to use my white glasses to protect my red right eye.

“It hurts.” It doesn’t feel like it’s been an hour since I’ve been crying for no apparent reason. The fried rice in front of me is already full of tears. I feel exhausted after draining my tears. My breath is gasping, my throat feels dry, and I swelled my eyes. My vision became a little blurry because my eyes still pooled warm tears in my eyelids. It’s always the same as before; pain. My eyelids closed, and the last drops of my tears slid smoothly down my cheeks.

My eyes go fogey due to tears in my eyes. I advert my gaze and walk away. As pathetic as it sounds, it gutted me even more that he didn't come after me making me release my tears.

she spits, tears burning her eyes. I inhale. My body wobbles and the invisible thread holding me in place breaks. My eyes hurt. Tears well up and a single tear drops and rolls down my cheek.

My cheek stings and tears fill my eyes. “DON’T TELL ME NO!” He screams. I can feel the heat of his breath on me and I drop my eyes to the floor. My tears betray me and fall with each blink of my eyes. My cheek throbs and I know it’s going to bruise. I force myself to disconnect and focus on the color of the flooring.