Tears To Shreds 소설 & 이야기

Don't blame me, because I can't hate myself. His laugh is dark and humorless. “Then don’t fucking cry when you get it.” Before I can respond, I hear the sound, ripppp. My mouth drops open as the fabric of my dress tears straight down the back. He shreds it with bare hands like it’s paper. The air hits my bare skin instantly, and I gasp, the thrill shooting straight between my legs. I can feel the shredded fabric fall in pieces. Just when I thought I had seen it all, he does the unexpected.

I stared at him, the shredded pieces fluttering to the floor like fallen hope. “B-But why… why did you tear it? And what do you mean, lies?” My voice cracked as my chest tightened painfully. “Do you even realize how much courage it took for me to write that and hand it to you, and you just—” My words choked into a sob. “—you just tear it up without even reading it?!” The tears came without warning, spilling freely down my cheeks.

Shattered into a million irreparable pieces. The dam inside me finally shattered. It wasn't a gentle crack, but an explosion, a violent rupture that released the torrent I had been desperately holding back. I staggered back from the mirror, pressing a shaking hand over my mouth, desperate to stifle the sounds, as the sobs poured out, uncontrollable, ugly, and raw. They ripped from my throat, tearing through my chest, each one a testament to the agonizing pain I had suppressed for so long. I sank to the cold, unforgiving tiled floor, my knees pulled to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, rocking back and forth, gasping through the storm of grief I’d been holding in since the mome

With her long, flowing tresses cascading down over her delicate features, she inadvertently created a fragile veil that concealed the streams of tears streaming down her face. Amid her despair, Rara's heart-wrenching sobs pierced through the silence, echoing her deep anguish. Each tear she wiped away with a trembling hand seemed to symbolize the weight of the emotional burden she carried. The trauma that had befallen her had left an indelible mark on her fragile soul, and she felt utterly shattered in its wake.

I hissed into my palm as regret filled my throat, suffocating me. "I hate this," I screamed, my voice cracking as I hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered, shards scattering across the floor. I sank to my knees, my shoulders shaking as sobs wracked my body. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing, couldn't stop the pain from overwhelming me. All I could do was let it all out, let the emotions that had been pent up inside me pour out in a torrent of tears.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

The tears, once foreign and strange, now flowed freely, washing away the facade of invulnerability, exposing the rawness of his emotional landscape. He would not deny himself this catharsis any longer. The tears were not a sign of weakness, but rather a testament to his humanity. They were a reminder that even in a world of gears and calculations, the capacity for love, loss, and longing remained. And so, he let them fall, his emotions pouring forth like a torrential rain, cleansing his metallic shell and nourishing his fragile spirit.

Tears overflowed my heated eyes again. He tensed, “Oh, no. Are you crying again?” worry laced his tone. I buried my face further on his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. He patted my back, “It breaks my heart to hear you cry. It feels like I’m getting burnt alive. Stop, please.” He pleaded, ripping my torn heart even further.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.