Tears To Shreds Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I don't care, Coach. Just sign it." He slowly took the paper from me. My mood brightened, until he tore it into shreds right in front of my face. My lips began to tremble as my emotions welled up. It felt like he had just torn away my dream, and my eyes watered. I bent down, trying to pick up the pieces and put them back together, hoping I could somehow fix it, but it was futile. I stood back up and looked at him, the tears almost slipping out. He saw them. "See," he said, his voice harsh. "You are even about to cry because I tore your stupid papers. You are too soft. Never come to me about this again." He walked away, leaving me standing in what felt like shattered dreams.

Salty tears. The tears I had refused to shed for hours, finally streamed down my face. Shakily, picking up a glass of wine, I took a long, slow gulp. My body was wracked with sobs. Each sob felt like a tiny piece of me shattering. But I made sure to cover my lips to hide my cries. I don’t want him someone to hear me crying or anyone at that. I don’t want anyone to know how messed up and broken I was.

Looking at her like she was his whole world. Her hand trembled. Reaching for it. Touching his face in the photo. For a second. Just one second. Her eyes filled with tears. Real tears. Not rage. Just grief. "You loved me." She whispered. Voice breaking. "You did. I know you did." Then something inside her snapped. Again. Always again. She grabbed the photo. Tore it in half. Right down the middle. Separating them. Like he'd done in real life. Ripped it. Shredded it. Threw the pieces in the air. Watched them fall like snow. Like ash.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

It was the most beautiful, heart-breaking thing I had ever seen. And just like that, I broke. The dam of terror and grief I had been holding back for what felt like an eternity didn’t just crack; it fucking shattered. A sob ripped through me, a sound of pure, undiluted relief. My forehead fell against his chest, and the tears I had refused to shed finally came. They flowed freely, hot and fast, soaking the rough fabric of his tunic. I cried for the fear, for the blood, for the horrifying image of his broken body that I knew would be burned into my memory forever.

Unclaimed stray. I stood frozen as laughter echoed around me. My vision blurred instantly, tears burning behind my eyes. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out and pinned it to the walls for everyone to destroy. I let out a shaky breath before ripping one of the posters off the wall violently. Then another. And another. I tore them down frantically while tears streamed down my face. I didn’t even care that everyone was watching me break apart in the middle of the hallway. Eventually, my knees gave out beneath me.

Worse, she'd tear every last secret from his shattered mind. I couldn't let that happen, so I raised the gun. Jayden's eyes went wide with shock the instant I fired. I knew, in his eyes, I was no different from Alan now.

"I heard your entire conversation just now. Since you like Jeffrey so much, then take courage and pursue him! They aren't married yet, so no one can call you a homewrecker." Callista tried hard to suppress her tears as she looked at me in slight disbelief. "W-what do you mean by that?" I smiled and looked at her. "Haven't I made myself clear enough? We're done. I think that backstabbing bitches like you are disgusting." Since she only had eyes for Jeffrey, I might have respected her more if she had just broken up with me. Now, she just disgusted me. Callista looked at me in disbelief. "Even you don't want me anymore?"

I was supposed to protect her, and I had failed. Elena wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me close. The moment her heart beat against mine, something inside me snapped. I didn't know I had any tears left, but I broke down. I cried like a child into her shoulder, my body shaking with the weight of everything I had lost, everything I had done, and everything I couldn't undo. The tears were hot, burning my skin, filled with all the rage and sorrow I had been holding back for days.

Vanessa's scream was ear-piercing. Blood gushed through her fingers, staining her white dress. "Bitch! You stabbed me?" she shrieked, her hair a tangled mess. "Get them! Kill these bastards!" I raised the scissors to strike again, but a goon kicked me hard, sending me crashing into the dress rack. The impact tore my wound open, and I nearly blacked out from the pain. Chris threw himself over me, shielding me as another goon's knife slashed down, cutting deep into his arm. Blood sprayed, soaking his shirt.