The Way Of Tears Novels & Stories

“It looked that way, yes.” Suddenly, her composure shattered. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her cheek. Then another, and another until silent tears were streaming down her face. She didn’t make a sound, no sobs, no wails but just the quiet, heartbreaking descent of tears.

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

Something hot. Tears.

- he confessed with a more serious expression on his face. For a moment Soo Min was unable to move and had to admit that she almost drowned in his eyes. However, his words sobered her immediately. She blinked several times trying to somehow process this confession. Finally, Soo Min closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deeper breath, causing his hand to slide off her cheek.

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,

She looks at me and she hugs me really hard. “Come.” She says. I follow her. She walks outside her room and enter in T.V launch. She opens the television. My heart rate is increasing and my whole body is sweetening. What? Oh. My. God. Thank God. A tear flows from my right eye and I have heard somewhere that when a tear flows from right eye then it’s the tear of happiness. Yes. I’m happy. Masson. Is. Released.

In that moment, I knew that my fate hung in the balance, and the choice I had made would shape the path ahead. As the tear rolled down my cheek, its shimmering presence illuminated by the soft, dim light of the room, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the sacrifices I was willing to make. It was a tear that spoke volumes, a testament to the lengths I was prepared to go with my plea, hanging in the air like a fragile thread, echoed through the silence.

"Is she…?" Tryna looked up into his eyes, tears trickled down her cheeks. "She is beyond Kree's gift. He can only prolong the inevitable for a short while. The damage is too extensive. I'm sorry, Rhychard. I'm truly sorry." He staggered to where Renny lay. He brushed the blond hair out of her closed eyes as tears streamed down his face. He wanted to scream, but the hand of emotions that clutched at his heart stole his breath, as well. Leaning down, he kissed her cold lips, his tears falling onto her face. "I'm so sorry."

Rosalind was unusually quiet that night, playing the part of a devoted spouse. It wasn't until the third course arrived that she suddenly said, "Do you know what a marriage certificate looked like, Mr. Stevenson?" Before Peter Stevenson could even reply, Rosalind pulled ours out of her handbag and tore it into pieces in front of everyone. "Just like this." She scattered the pieces over the table. "As long as I'm happy, I can tear it apart anytime I want." The private room went dead silent. A scrap of paper clung to a slice of fatty tuna, making an absurd, grotesque decoration.

All I could do was clutch his portrait and weep until I fainted. I quickly raised my hands to wipe my eyes and said, "I want to marry Eric." Father blinked in surprise. "Are you sure? Weren't you the one shouting as a kid that you'd marry no one but the boy from the Garrisons?" When I nodded frantically through my tears, Father didn't understand why I was crying like this, but he relented. "There, there. I'll talk to Chief Grayson in a couple of days and ask what he thinks, okay? Don't cry, sweetheart."