Novel & Cerita The Tears That Taught Me

All I wanted was to let the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness take me under. I wasn’t a crier. I’d learned a long time ago that tears never solved anything. But it seemed my battered heart didn’t get the memo. I'd already shed more tears today than the rest of my life put together. So giving in to the inevitable, I let the tears come and cried myself to sleep.

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

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.

If you hesitate a little, you will pull out the words: “You will bleed until you get help.” Tea is not festive patterns you impose! Come on move. Even before affectionate Mairiko does not intercede. And it gives so much to teach that even the memory, once so tenacious, refuses, groans. The mouth tears with a yawn, tends to sleep. However, it was not even this that bothered the young novice most of all... What were the lessons? So - it does not matter, victorious. Her main grief was Tamir. Oh, how rare their meetings have become!

To strip me bare and leave me powerless? No. I had never imagined this. The tears pricked at my eyes again, hot and blinding, but I swallowed them down, forcing my breathing to slow. Perhaps I had taught him far too well.

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.

I heard Andrew saying, and then I raised up my head to looke at him while I battled my eye lashes, and then cleaned back my tears with the handkerchief. "What do you mean by that?" Tears under the microscope—what does it have to do with me crying? He then brought out his phone from this phone stand and showed me a video from it. It showed me what the tears looked like under the microscope. "Can you see how beautiful it is?" He questioned me. I watched the tears as they kept on growing right under the microscope. "I don't know what happened to you, but you don't have the cry it it ain't worth your tears." He told me, and returned my phone back to me. I wasn't in support in what he said though

"Now. Close your eyes. Feel the Tear." I did. It was there. Always there. A massive presence in the back of my mind. "Don't fight it," Thea instructed. "Just observe. What does it feel like?" "Cold. Heavy. Like... like drowning in a frozen ocean." "Good. That's your perception of it. The Tear isn't actually cold—you're making it cold because you fear it. Now. Try to feel it differently. What if it wasn't an ocean? What if it was something you could use?"

She gave in. Looking down, her tears were dripping slowly from her eyes, falling on Kian's hands while still holding her clenched fists. These dripping tears, these were the pains she had avoided to feel and she had kept for so long. "We cry not because we are weak. We cry because we are strong enough to welcome the pain." Her tutor said. Her tears came out rushing when she lifted her head and met eyes with her tutor.

“I won’t teach someone who doesn’t value their own potential.” The tears streamed down my face as I hurried down the hall, my vision clouded, my heart aching. There was no fixing this. Not with them. Not with anyone.