Novel & Cerita Tears Sting My Eyes

The tears behind my eyes sting like hell, but I refuse to let them fall. I refuse to cry. I refuse to break. And sound that rips from my throat isn’t a sob—it’s one hell of a growl.

I need a way to get this out, but nothing is working, and my mind is blanking the more I think about his jeering face and amused eyes as he stares at me. My jaw and teeth hurt from so much grinding, and my face feels so sensitive after I have cried my eyes out. No, I think I'm still crying. I'm not sure, but I don't have the strength to raise my hand and check whether the things trickling down my jaw are tears or not. I can barely feel my limbs.

Our eyes lock again. “You always do. Even when I feel like there’s no light at the end of the tunnel, you come to my rescue…” she bites her lower lip and I can tell that she is fighting back tears. “Take this pain away… please?” A tear leaves her right eye and I catch it before it falls and my palm lingers there.

"It is fine. It is totally okay. Do not worry about it." I tried to act like it didn't matter. I tried to look strong. But the fake smile died instantly. My throat tightened up into a painful knot. I felt that sudden, hot sting in the corners of my eyes. The tears were trying to form, trying to spill out over my eyelashes. I swallowed hard to force them back down.

I hated my situation and I hated being anywhere near him. Bitter tears of helplessness burned the corners of my eyes and my lips trembled. I sniffed, trying my best to suppress back the tears that threatened to escape. A tear still slipped down my face. I wiped messily at the tears streaming from my eyes trying to put my emotion at bay, but my tears wouldn't stop falling.

All lies. I used to cry after these tests. The first year, tears came fast and hot. The second year, they were quieter. This time? Nothing. My eyes stayed dry. Maybe I had finally run out of tears, or maybe the hurt had turned into something harder, something cold that sat heavy in my chest.

My voice trailed off again. My eyes burnt so bad and it wasn’t until I could feel the salty taste of my own tears on my lips that I realized I’d already started crying. Tears poured out of my eyes as if the floodgates had been opened and I swear I tried, I tried to stop the tears, to blink them back but I couldn’t. It hurts. This hurts.

The door slams shut after me and I take a moment to allow everything to sink in before starting my car and driving away. The windshield and road beyond it blur as tears fog my vision. I do my best to blink them away. When it becomes impossible to blink the tears away, I pull over along the side of the road and finally allow myself to cry. Tears stream down my face, leaving it feeling hot and sticky. I mourn the loss of my mate and the family I will never get to have.

Maybe tears of blood. Mom? I closed my eyes, sniffling. My eyes burned, and I felt the tears starting. Everything hurt so much. They were going to catch me. There was no way I could outrun them if they were on the next platform. There was no way I could avoid them.

Tears gathered i n my eyes instantly as raw hurt sliced through my chest.