Tears Words Novels & Stories

“Please.” I lowered my gaze, tears gathering in my eyes, but this time they weren’t from pain. They were from something far more dangerous, hope.

This is not tears of pain or heartbreak, it is tears of joy, hope, and victory. “Jesus, Kim, why are you crying? Is it that bad?” He tried to take my plate but I grabbed it back, wiping my tears. “It's not that bad. I'm just……I'm just happy. These are tears of joy” I said, pointing at my eyes. He chuckled lightly. “Oh, I didn't know you liked it that much,” he said, wiping my tears with his thumb. “I will make sure to always make you breakfast every day for the rest of our lives”

It's as if he can see the pain in my eyes and knows exactly what I'm going through. "Bella," He sighs, and it's like he just turned on the faucet for my tears. The emotions well up within me, and I can't hold back the flood of tears that stream down my cheeks. I did not plan on crying, but his sympathetic gaze pierces through my defenses, evoking a deep sense of sadness that overflows into tears.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

She stops crying and gets surprised about it trying to understand what it meant for her. Taking a drop of tear on her palms. She takes it to Vinixs cottage to search for what it meant in the spell book. After some minutes of careful research and findings. It is said that tears contain some kind of healing powers and can rejuvenate and heal someone who has been cut or bruised.

“You were never cursed. You were only…unseen.” That sentence shattered something inside me. My breath trembled. My hands shook slightly. And before I could stop myself, a tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it quickly, embarrassed, but Ronin did not look away. He did not mock me. He did not pretend he didn’t notice. Instead, he stepped even closer. “You don’t have to be ashamed of tears,” he said quietly. “Tears do not mean weakness. Tears mean you have endured.” I blinked rapidly, fighting the storm building behind my eyes.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

—those were the only words I heard from him. I never saw any sympathy from him. I never seen the care that I ised to see in his eyes.. I wiped my tears dry and just left his office. I ran to the restroom, and I don't care if Sandy saw me in diapers like I was a broken glass. I cried inside the cubicle, and I burst out like a dam filled with so much water.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

he taunted, his words hitting me like a dagger to the heart. The shock and hurt cut deep, and my eyes welled up with tears that I couldn't hold back any longer. A single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek, a symbol of the pain I felt at that moment. I fought to regain my composure, my breath catching in my throat as I struggled to find the strength to stand up and face the daunting challenges that lay ahead.