Novel & Cerita Tears Words

◓ Maze ◓ Staring at the ceiling, I couldn't hold the tears that stung my eyes. I let them flow as long as they could fall. Hot tears crossed my face, slowly gliding down my sideburns. I wasn't angry with how he tried to manhandle me. I was angry at myself.

I couldn’t get any words tangible words out. Tears gushed out of my eyes instead. “Oh dear.” She breathed and pulled me into her arms.

I heard Andrew saying, and then I raised up my head to looke at him while I battled my eye lashes, and then cleaned back my tears with the handkerchief. "What do you mean by that?" Tears under the microscope—what does it have to do with me crying? He then brought out his phone from this phone stand and showed me a video from it. It showed me what the tears looked like under the microscope. "Can you see how beautiful it is?" He questioned me. I watched the tears as they kept on growing right under the microscope. "I don't know what happened to you, but you don't have the cry it it ain't worth your tears." He told me, and returned my phone back to me. I wasn't in support in what he said though

Apparently, his boss borrowed her so he will be deducting the money every month from her salary "Mr Merra said And that's her boss, He added "Thank you so much son, we really appreciate that" "You are welcome ma, don't mention" Come here, Jack move closer to her and she rub her palm on his head, Jack eyes change to res and tears was about dropping from them Briana notice that, then Jack immediately excused himself and went out Briana followed him immediately, "Are you okay sir, " "Yes of course, "And what happen, why did your mood change when my mum touch your head"

Tears streamed down her face as she sat in her room, trying to process it all. She allowed herself to feel the depth of her emotions, letting the tears flow freely. It was a mix of sorrow, forgiveness, worry, and love all intertwined. She mourned for the lost years with her father, for the pain that had been buried deep within her, and for the time that couldn't be regained. But she also felt a flicker of hope, a longing for healing and reconciliation.

"You do not need to stop. You need to let the tears flow until they have nothing left to carry." She looked at me, her eyes red and swollen. "What do you mean?" "Your tears are not weakness. They are the weight of your grief. You have been carrying it alone for so long that it has become a part of you. But you do not have to carry it alone anymore." I reached out and took her hand. "Let me help you carry it." Elara wept. The tears poured from her eyes like a river, cleansing her of the sorrow she had carried for so long. I held her hand and let her cry. Kael stood behind me, his presence a steady anchor.

“T-th-“ I couldn’t get any words out of my mouth, tears filling my eyes. Aaron holds my face between his hand, his eyebrow pinched with worry. He Sighs, pulling me to him and hugs me. I felt my resolve crumble, tears leaking from my eyes. “I’m here with you, baby. I’m here with you.” He murmurs, rubbing my back. My heart hurt so bad, I wanted to rip it open from my chest. I wanted to yell and cry about how unfair everything is for me. I grab Aaron’s shoulder and sobbed till I felt weak, till I felt every bit of fight slowly leave my body. “It’s fine baby, it’s fine. Let it all out.” Aaron murmurs, still rubbing my back. My tears has now been reduced to hiccups. I leaned away from his hug.

As I watched, they became moist, soon brimming with tears. Leaning back, she said slowly, “You are not interested in anything,” she turned the face away from me and said through sobs, “You will never understand what I have been through.” Her tears were weightier than words; they appeared like messengers of crushing grief, of deep regret and of divine love. I wondered what I could do to prevent the tears from streaming down her face. I was also crestfallen because of the suspicion that the reason for the tears was me.

I can't bring myself to answer with words or the tears will fall. “Use your words." He commands again. “Yes..." I'm still shaken and the first tear falls on my palm. I still cannot look up “I understand."

I giggled, and the next thing that happened shocked me more. Tears cascaded down his cheeks like a stormy rainfall. With each sob that escaped his lips, the weight of his anguish filled the room, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of grief. The sound of his cries echoed through the empty spaces, a haunting melody of pain and loss that reverberated in the silence. In that moment, he was not just shedding tears; he was releasing a torrent of emotions long held captive, letting the raw vulnerability of his tears speak the words his voice could not utter.