Tears Sting My Eyes Novels & Stories

My eyes burned, and I blinked rapidly, refusing to cry. No, but the tears came rushing down my eyes

The smell was heavy, and it made it difficult to breathe properly. My eyes burned from crying so much. At first, the tears had come non-stop, hot and heavy, soaking my face and shirt until I could barely see anything clearly. I had cried for hours, my chest rising and falling painfully, my throat sore from all the sounds that kept coming out of me.

I needed to look up just to contain the tears that were making their way down to my cheeks again. My eyes have been puffy for weeks now, but I still have so many tears to release whenever I feel sad and in pain. Wow. I am totally impressed with my tear gland right now. I mean, I’m quite impressed that I could still cry despite all the tears that I have poured over the past days. I closed my eyes and hugged Mommy back. I didn’t know for how long we stayed in that position. We just pulled away from each other when one staff went to us and told us that we need to go already. Mommy sighed once more and cupped both of my cheeks.

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,

She braces herself and heads for the toilet. Thankfully, the place is empty so she gets into action. She takes out a small bottle of glycerine and puts a few drops in her eyes. “Ow!” She winces. The liquid slightly burns her eyes and she blinks back tears. How do people use this thing? She wonders painfully. “I forgot to mention that the glycerine might sting a little,” Ryder’s voice comes through the mic “A little?” She hisses. “This thing is torturing me!”

Noah had just shattered it to pieces. I sat there, my chest tightly constricted as a burning sensation rushed to the back of my eyes. I didn't even realize my vision was blurring until a hot tear threatened to spill over my lower lash line. No, I couldn't do this here. I refused to let him see me cry.

It's the only response I give her before I walk in. Striding to my window, I drop my hands on the edge and stare at the window that's a bit away. Her windows are closed, and there's no reflection on the glass but I keep my eyes on them, her words ringing in my ears and neither am I able to stop the sting in my chest nor am I able to hold back the tears that fall.

Nothing hurts me more than watching a tear fall from this beautiful girl’s eyes. Each one is like a knife plunged into my heart. When I pull back and look into her eyes which are swimming in tears, for one fleeting minute, it’s like a curtain fell and she allowed me to see into her soul. I saw such sorrow and something deep in my chest hurt, so much so that it caught my breath. I feel tears burn the back of my eyelids. I’m an idiot. How could I not see it?

I turned on the tap, splashing water onto my face repeatedly to wash away the tears that would not stop falling. Why am I crying? Was the song too sad? No, that is not it. Jealousy. Is it because he was singing for the girl he loves? No, definitely not. Pain. There is a vague sense of pain. I shook my head, trying to clear away all my troubles while splashing more water on my face to regain my senses. Ten or fifteen minutes later, I turned off the faucet and looked up to see my face dripping wet. It seemed the tears had finally stopped flowing. My eyes only felt slightly stung because I had accidentally splashed too much water.

The way she used to kiss me in the morning, still half-asleep. I feel the tears sting behind my eyes, and I grit my teeth to stop them—but it’s too late. They come fast, hot, and heavy. I press the heels of my hands against my eyes like I can block it all out, but it doesn’t work. Nothing works. I’m not just angry anymore. I’m empty.