Novel & Cerita Tears Sting My Eyes

And then suffocated that poor little soul mercilessly. Killian’s eyebrows narrowed when something wet rolled down his cheek. Only then he realized it, his throat was tight, too tight and it was almost choking him in unspoken pain. He hadn’t even noticed when his eyes began to burn and the tear slipped free. His vision blurred. The salt sting mixed with the fire in his gaze. Red strings of blood spread through his bloodshot eyes like the roots of a tree. The crystal drop trembled on the edge of his chin before falling into the air. Another escaped, sliding down over his scarred cheek.

Over and over again. I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes, and before I knew it, tears rolled down, wetting my cheeks. Hiccups seized my lungs as more tears brimmed on my eyes, that my vision got blurry. I was crying. I have never cried in my entire life; I couldn't! But here I am now.

Only then will we be able to save her. Stella, if you could just hang on for a little bit longer, your loving sister and I will be there very soon to save you. As I looked up at the sky with a glum expression on my face and thought to myself, "what's the point?" When I looked up at the sky, my eyes started to water, and the tears that I had been trying so hard to hold back suddenly came out and started streaming down my cheeks like a river. "I have no idea why this is happening, but I just can't seem to stop my eyes from watering. Please don't make me weep" I thought to myself as I tried to sweep my tears away from my face, but they kept falling back into my face.

My vision grew hazy before I realized tears had gathered in my eyes again—but this time, they weren’t heavy. They were warm.

Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. But guess what? It fell.

And then I cried. It started silently at first. Just a trembling of my shoulders, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor that ran through my frame. The soundless hitch of breath, caught painfully between my ribs, a choked gasp that never quite escaped my throat. My vision blurred, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, hot and stinging, but still refusing to fall. It was as if my body, too, was in shock, struggling to process the enormity of the pain.

I feel a pull toward him that I’m having trouble ignoring. Deep, gut-wrenching pain rips through me, causing me to gasp. The pain is familiar, but never at the degree that I'm feeling it right now. I shut the window inside of me and slowly open my eyes. I can feel that they are full of tears, but I don’t want to let them fall. If Aston sees that I’m crying, he will lose his sh.it.

“S-Scarlett…” Scarlett smiled, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. Sharlene tried to touch her daughter on the cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” she apologized. Scarlett shook her head and took her mother’s hand in hers. “Please tell your father that I’m sorry… I-I l-love him…” Scarlett's eyes widened, and she shook her head as she sobbed. “Everything will be fine, mom; let’s go home,” she sobbed. Sharlene wiped Scarlett's tears away with a smile.

Why do I now feel this big clot in my throat that is blocking the air in my system? I close my eyes, and I feel his soft touch on my cheeks, cupping them, and drying the tears away. How ironic! It's the third day I am spending with him, and the second time I am breaking down in front of him like this. The second time he is drying the tears away from my eyes. His touch is gentle and soothing, with his thumbs leaving sweet jolting trails as they caress away the tears. I want to listen to this sensation, and get lost in it for a while, but I can't do that, and I also don't want to be far away from it.

I shut my eyes as tears kept slipping down my face. “Yes.”