The Tears That Taught Me Novels & Stories

“Please don’t toss it. It was a joint idea. We all appreciated the class and tossed around ideas. I hope you will hang it in your office.” I smiled, thinking back to the day we had talked about my lack of personal items. He’d remembered. “Thank you for being a really great teacher. I thoroughly enjoyed the class. You made a subject that I imagine could have easily been very boring, exciting and interesting. You have a skill and I hope you will continue to do what you love. I am sorry for everything. Truly sorry. I never meant for things to go where they did. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Good luck to you in your future endeavors. Maybe I’ll see you around the lake this summer. Take

To my surprise, they'd been surprisingly damp when she handed them over. I had her. From total catastrophe to a stronger position than I'd been in before it started -- not bad for a simple English teacher with no plan. There had been half a dozen moments today where I'd felt like the world was dropping out from under me, but I'd come through. Every time I started to feel guilty for what I'd done to Taylor, all I had to do was remember her tirade; then I could go right back to enjoying the video again.

I whisper, tears appearing in my eyes. "I cry over the smallest things... All those years ago....I let... let him walk all over me... I let him talk to me like I was dirt underneath his shoe.... I didn't do anything to show that I was strong and capable. I'm weak." I sniffle tears slowly falling from my eyes, as I remember the past I've tried so hard to forget. "No Ilaria. You're healing. That's different." Abbey said with sadness in her voice. Sniffles escape my chest as I shuffle on my bed, moving to lie down so I can rest my face in the pillow.

"Is there something I can help you with?" His kindness was the final straw and the tears she'd been holding in finally burst free and started rolling down her cheeks. She spared a moment to be glad she wasn't wearing any makeup to smear. At this point she'd gladly take any small mercies she was granted. "Please don't." His words were practically a groan. She buried her face in her hands and tried to stop. She held her breath, forcing the sobs to quiet down, until she couldn't hold it anymore and the sobs burst through with a noisy gasp. Her mortification only made things that much worse. She'd spent three years trying to convince this man she was intelligent and professional and here she wen

I had so much doubt and little faith or I'll say I have no faith in him But I have faith in myself, I have faith that if I teach him , he would understand even if it's a little I wipe his tears "You're not alone , you've got me and I'll make you understand , so get ready cause teaching start today"

she asked slowly, like a teacher questioning a disobedient child. “If I did anything, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” My eyes burned as I summoned tears. I let them well, just enough to shine, to tremble on the brink. My bottom lip quivered, and I clasped my hands in front of me. She didn’t budge. Didn’t blink. Then her voice cut through the moment, sharp as broken glass. “Cut that crap. I’m not my brother your tears can’t fool me.” My breath caught.

Wordlessly, he pulls me into him for one of the amazing hugs that he never hesitates to give me. A dam breaks in me and tears start to fall. Tears that I thought I was out of after all of these years. Tears that stopped falling as I fought to survive on my own. After the idea of feeling weak by letting the tears falls leaves me, I begin to feel a little better. Maybe I have just been holding these tears in for entirely too long.

I've been waiting for a year, but these last four hours will be torture. James swallowed hard as he stared at the screen. As I walked, I could feel his eyes on me, always that familiar look. Tears streamed down my face, but I had no intention of wiping them away. I have won those tears, and I will carry them as a symbol of all that I have been through. They represent the pain I've endured, the love I've felt, and the ocean of loss that is flooding through my soul. Finally, I also learned to obey and not look back. After all,

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

It is seems that he will never forgive me. “I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Grandpa, and I made a mistake,” I said. I bit my lower lip to keep my tears from flowing. He closed his eyes, but he didn't move and didn't even look at me. I just bowed and smiled. Until the tears I'd been holding back flowed. Nothing compares to how I feel right now to what happened tonight. It bothers me that Grandpa was upset because of what I did.