Tears To Shreds Novels & Stories

It was then that all her memories of before came tumbling in her head. Her body then slides down to the white-tiled that was floor of the bathroom. Her head resting on the cabinet that the sink was in. she began to cry hot and angry tears. But what is done is done. Plus it was only time before he would have claimed her anyways. But still, she had hoped that they could start an actual relationship beforehand.

I had no idea I was crying till a lone tear fell on the note in my hands. Then, a soft laugh slipped out of my lips. I must be mad for crying for the piece of paper he sent. What did he think this would do? It did nothing but reopen old wounds! Rage filled me, and I held the paper right before my eyes, picking up the envelope alongside. The loud sound of the paper tearing into two echoed loudly in the silent room. I tore it into two, then into four, then into eight, till it was nothing but little crumbs of papers that could never be put together again.

I whispered as I looked at them. Someone had destroyed them. They were torn to shreds. All my dresses. Destroyed. My work clothes were left untouched, but my outfits I would wear out on rare occasions were destroyed. I felt tears well up in my eyes. Up to this point, I had not realized how much I was holding in. But now it was all unravelling and the last thing I wanted was to cry in front of these strangers.

It's a threshold, a point of no return. As the taxi carries me away from the familiar, the tears I've restrained finally break free. I sob uncontrollably, the weight of the pain and loss I'm enduring crashing over me like a relentless wave. Each tear that escapes my eyes bears witness to a love that once burned brightly but now lies in smoldering ruins.

Something hot. Tears.

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

*tears* " NO.....!!! " . . . . . . . .

It was and is all pretend. Another muffled sob hiccups out of my throat at the irony. Suddenly, it isn't enough to remove the pictures from the wall. I fall back to my knees and shred each piece. Smaller and smaller I tear until I'm left with a pile of torn pieces that can never be put back together.

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,

Something that made her feel exposed, fragile, and unbearably small. Sheila wiped at her eyes, trying to force herself to think clearly, to strategize, but the tears kept spilling anyway. The raw, helpless tears of someone who had spent so long keeping a tight grip on her own heart and life, only to feel it unravel with the smallest touch of outside force.