Tears Words Novels & Stories

"I read your letter again." My eyes stung. "You were really annoying in that." A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away immediately. Then another appeared. And another. Apparently tears traveled in packs. Just like wolves. Once one arrived, the others were never far behind. Just like wolves. "I keep thinking I'm doing okay." My voice cracked. "Then something happens." The tears came faster now. "I hear a joke." I sniffled. "Or I see somebody training." Another tear. "Or somebody says something that sounds like you."

I said, still surprised. “Well, I’ll always be in the picture” he said, his words made me so emotional, he had no idea how his words affected me. I could feel my eyes tearing, still lost in his gaze. And suddenly the tears I was holding for a long time, they escaped my eyes, betraying my pride. “Wow, these onions are really bad, are you hurt? Need any napkins?” he teased, not having any idea that those tears didn’t fall because of the onions, they fell because of him.

So I snapped out of my trance, cheered up, and pressed my hand toward him. "I have no words, Theodore...." The ridiculous tears streamed down my cheek. "You don't have to say anything, just listen to me and let me understand you, please..."

he whispered softly. My Dad kissed the top of my head. He released me from the hug and looked at my face. My tears kept on falling but I can still see his concern stare at me. He wiped my tears, slowly and carefully. As Dad did that, my sight gradually became clearer and clearer. I can see tears coming from his eyes. I couldn't help but cry another batch of tears. "I-I'm so-sorry, Daddy." I whined. My heart was crumbling as I saw tears and sadness in his eyes. I am a failure. I failed my Dad's expectation towards me.

I stood silently crying in front of the single stall restroom, the door was locked and there were no windows. For the past hour I had been trying to convince myself that Adam really didn’t mean what he’d said in a bad way, I mean maybe I was being too loud and obnoxious. He most likely meant to save me from further humiliation on my birthday. With a sad smile I gazed on at my hunched over reflection, my teary eyes barely able to make out the black streaks running down my face but not blurry enough to cover up how red my cheeks were.

The tears spill before I can stop them—hot, helpless. “That’s why I told you to leave me alone,” I manage, my voice raw and thin. Lior sighs, running a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. “And how do you expect me to do that? Look at you, Lila. You’re crying. And you expect me to just walk away and pretend it’s nothing? You know I can’t do that.” I blink through tears, my shoulders trembling. “That’s exactly why you should stay away,” I snap. “Because how I feel—or why I’m crying—shouldn’t mean anything to you.”

The tears stored in Hannah's eyes began to escape and ran down to her cheek falling to the ground. “Hey, stop that.” Chen's voice became soft, and he approached closer to Hana to wipe off the tears running down from her cheeks. “I’m sorry if I had not restrained myself from my feelings.” She held her head and looks straight to Chen’ eyes. “No, don’t be sorry. You have to say those words because you deserve so much in this world that I can’t give, at least I can give you the truth you wanted to know.” Chen smiled as he laughed softly. “The woman you saw earlier, I was just talking to her. I asked her about how I can surprise you. Good thing you haven’t stab her using your power.”

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 wiped my eyes again, but the tears kept falling. "Then you're feeling sick, right?" My son asked again, looking worried and about to cry following me. His hand reached out to help me wipe away the traces of my tears. "Tell me… so Mom can feel more relieved... I want to know and I also don't like seeing you sad like this...." I shook my head, took a deep breath, and tried to hold back my tears, which had mostly come out earlier. "Don't. Mom, it's okay. Tears are a great way to channel stored emotions, not just sadness."

His eyes were red, watery, and exasperated. But he's not showing a manly side to him just to prove he is capable of killing me. "I'm sorry…" I said, looking downward. "If something bad has already happened, does your sorry could bring them back?" he asked. "Think about it." I can't help these tears again. Why are my tears won't scarce? It always has a supply. Are my eyes only made with the purpose of crying? I can smile too. using these eyes. The little tears turned into a bursting cry.