Novel & Cerita Tears Sting My Eyes

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

When she saw my excitement, she stared at me in disbelief. I ran into Joe and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back and cried, it started with sobs, but then graduated into real, loud tears. It was an emotional sight that day. I wish tears came down my eyes, but I was numb as usual. You know I have this stupid disorder that makes me unable to produce tears, except I induce it with an artificial item, like making use of artificial tears. "Ariana" he cried. His tears soaked my nightie. I was still in my nightie because I had not gotten out of bed since the previous night.

I'm just that, a friend. I feel my throat constrict as I feel like there's a huge ball impeding it, my heart is heavy and aching, and my eyes are stinging with tears that I'm trying so hard to hold back. My mouth is dry and bitter as I grit my teeth in a tremendous effort to hold myself back. If I cry now, I will get Charlotte's attention and I don't want her to suspect the reasons for my reaction.

My pulses started to throb in my temple, Hurt welled in my eyes in the shape of tears. 'There's nothing to cry about. We weren't friends, lovers or anything. It hurts so much. He just walked away. A little talk won't hurt him.' My eyes swam with tears. I twirled and climbed down the stairs. I glanced at the floor and blinked my eyes, making the tears fall. DASTIEN

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

He demanded glaring at me, tears rolled down my eyes because of the unbearable pain he was causing me. "Yo-You're hurting me," I groaned as tears streamed down my eyes and while placing my hands on his chest. He looked at my tears and pushed me back while taking a step back. I watched him turn around while running his hand through his hair and biting his lower lip in anger.

he taunted, his words hitting me like a dagger to the heart. The shock and hurt cut deep, and my eyes welled up with tears that I couldn't hold back any longer. A single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek, a symbol of the pain I felt at that moment. I fought to regain my composure, my breath catching in my throat as I struggled to find the strength to stand up and face the daunting challenges that lay ahead.

Tears blur my vision as a wave of grief washes over me, leaving me gasping for air as I struggle to comprehend the weight of this loss. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, hot and stinging as they spill over, tracing a path down my cheeks. The sobs escape from my throat, raw and unfiltered, echoing in the sterile confines of the hospital room. Each breath feels like a struggle as if the weight of my grief is pressing down on me, suffocating me with its intensity. The emptiness in my arms, once filled with dreams and hopes, now feels like a gaping void that threatens to consume me whole. In this moment of heartbreak, all I can do is let the tears fall, each one a silent testament to t

I bit on my lower lips to avoid me screaming cause it's stinging me badly. Tears rolled down my eyes as I shut it tightly. "Does it stings that much?" He asked with a voice filled with pity. I managed to nod my head In response. I could feel some hot breeze on my foot, I opened my eyes sharply to see him blowing the breeze on it so as not to sting me.

Tears blurred my vision as I made a beeline for the bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door behind me, the click of the lock sounding unusually loud in the silence. I leaned against the door, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The tears that I had been holding back now flowed freely, each one a testament to the pain and frustration I felt. I slid down the door, my knees drawn up to my chest. The cool tiles of the bathroom floor were a stark contrast to the heat of my tears. I buried my face in my hands, my sobs echoing off the walls.