Novel & Cerita The Tears That Taught Me

I cant believe… With that, tears fell from my eyes but then this time… it isn’t bound by sadness. This tears is… the tears of happiness.

The small care is like a knife that cuts gently into the heart, causing it to start to fight with the reason "definitely not to let you down again" The next day, she met her in the classroom, her face blank, thoughtful. The eyes in the distance are a clear, quiet color. The corners of her eyes sparkled with sparkling tears, overflowing, about to fall. When I accidentally saw her tears fall, I couldn't help but reach out and wipe away the tears rolling down my cheeks. Gently put a glass of water on the table, wanted to say comforting words, wanted to ask, wanted to hug her to protect and dispel the sadness she had hidden for so long, but I couldn't do it.

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

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,

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

he whispers, gently rubbing my back. I shake my head. “Laurel, there is a sacredness in tears, they are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than a thousand prayer recitals. Your tears, they are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” He pulls back and brushes away the wet strands of hair that are now plastered on my face. “You can cry.” And I do. The dam that had held my tears, grief, bitterness and anger in check finally burst and I let out an ear-piercing scream; a scream that curses at the Moon Goddess for taking away the man I love, for being so relentlessly cruel and unfair.

Anything, anything but tears, because tears were dangerous. Don’t cry, Nora. Don’t cry. It was the same technique I’d taught myself when I was twelve and Victor caught me crying over an old picture of Mom. He’d said I had no right to cry, not over her, not at all, and he tore the picture up in front of me and threw it in the fire and beat me until my nose bled. After that day, I learned how to not cry. I learned how to hold it in, even if holding it in felt like blinking back knives.

The humiliation from earlier came crashing back twice as hard. Resting my head against the window, I tried holding the tears in and failed miserably. The crying started quietly before completely falling apart. I hated the fact that Damien could still reduce me to this so easily. Hated that after everything he did, a part of me was still hurting over him. Alan didn’t interrupt while I cried. By the time I finally wiped my face, embarrassment had already started creeping in. “I’m sorry. That was my ex back there,” I muttered.

“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.

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.