Novel & Cerita The Tears Of My Soul

She felt a rawness inside her, a vulnerability that she hadn’t shown anyone in years. As she spoke, the tears she had been holding back began to fall, their steady stream breaking free from the tight hold she had kept on them. They weren’t just tears of sadness; they were a release—a way for her to let go of everything she had been bottling up for far too long. It was as if those tears were finally washing away the confusion and hurt that had taken root deep within her. With every drop that fell, Isla felt a little lighter, as though the burden she had carried was slowly beginning to lift, giving her the chance to heal and move forward.

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

But the rain seems to echo my agony, a symphony of tears from the heavens above. Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions any longer, I fling open the car door and stumble out, my knees giving way as I collapse onto the soaked ground. The raindrops merge with my tears, and the world around me blurs into a watercolor of pain and despair. I let out gut-wrenching sobs, each one tearing through my chest like a knife, as if trying to free my heart from the prison of love and betrayal.

During a family dinner with Liam, I brought up the idea of getting married sooner and starting a family. He immediately assumed I was after his family's wealth and only wanted to marry him for his money. In front of everyone, he slapped me more than a dozen times. Then he turned around and pursued his jealous childhood sweetheart. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave, but in a fit of rage, he shoved me down the stairs. That shove ended up breaking both my legs and fracturing my skull. I spent a month in the ICU before I finally regained consciousness. This time, I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I called my mother overseas. "Mom, about the inheritance you mentioned last time… I

"Come home, little drop of divinity. Come to one worthy of wielding you." The Tear responded. No no no— An ice-blue glow spread through my chest. My eyes. The Tear recognizes her power. Her authority. Her dark divinity. It was being drawn out. Slowly. Agonizingly. Like someone reaching inside me and pulling out my soul.

,' her eyes had brimmed up, but like always, she didn't let the tear fall Ah! My little heart, my poor soul, let's batter this whole world and soar.. All Hearts !!

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀 I felt the tears welling up inside me, a dam about to burst. I tried to hold them back, to stem the tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. But it was no use. The floodgates opened, and I was consumed by a torrent of grief. I sobbed uncontrollably, my body shaking with each ragged breath. Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty, as I wailed in anguish. I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow, unable to escape the crushing weight of my emotions.

My knees hit the floor first and my arms rose up to my sides. “Moon goddess. Ancestors. Mother. Universe. Please, I ask, accept my soul. It is stained. It is dark but I plead. Accept my soul.” The tears poured and they were of such deep pain. They were of intense grief. I let them run but none came after.

And he's with her now. Kari sunk down in the small leather chair, the sound of it creaking moving past her as the first of several tears fell on her cheeks. She hated herself for crying, for being so scared of what might happen, but there was no helping it. Her heart had been broken too many times and it was on the precipice of happening again. "Tears are said to be the cleansing of the soul." A deep voice sounded from the door and Kari jerked up, wiping at her face and trying to compose herself.

I try to speak, but the name on my lips trembles, barely forming the word. My voice comes out shaky, broken. It’s all I can manage, because my throat is tight and my soul feels too heavy. And then, unable to hold it in any longer, I feel the tears. They slide down my eyes, hot and silent, as everything he says envelops me, holds me, tears me apart.