Too Late For Tears Novels & Stories

Her level of obstinacy could defeat anyone attempting to change her mind. Tears began to pool in those large eyes that bore a slight resemblance to Candice’s. The next second, a wail like a mountain collapsing and an ocean surging erupted... "Waaaaah—!" "Aaaaaah—!" She cried louder and louder. She cried as if the four people present had conspired to abuse her, sobbing between breaths, "Play, want to play, play together." Kyle’s temples throbbed. The close-range "demon music" was piercing his eardrums and torturing his nerves. This fool was even more suffocating than Mia when she made a scene.

The silk still held the scent of lavender and Nathan’s cologne. I stood in front of the mirror and gave a small twirl. Then I picked up the scissors. Snip. One cut. Then another. The fabric split. The tears came fast, but I didn’t stop. Maybe I’d been holding everything in too long. Maybe it was not only grief, but also rage and regret and awakening. Then it hit me—that tight squeeze in my chest. The one that never meant anything good. It was like a fist, closing in from the inside. The darkness surged forward, fast and final. My knees gave way.

The way the door had closed behind him without a word of goodbye. She hadn’t cried. Not once. But now, with the clock ticking past midnight and no sign of him, the tears had begun to well in her eyes, hot and slow, like they were being dragged from a place too deep to reach. One slid down her cheek. Then another. And then she was shaking soundless, breathless sobs she couldn’t control anymore.

Her 19 years of persistence and pursuit were shattered by Justin's own hands. She was nothing but a joke. Tears flowed down her face, though she didn't know when they started. Serena wiped her face with her fingers, but they seemed endless. She kept biting her lip to hold back the sobs. Her shoulders trembled, and weak, shuddering sounds escaped from her lips. Lauren, still cursing, suddenly realized something was off. She looked up in the rearview mirror and was shocked to see Serena's face streaked with tears.

And only now… you’re choosing to give up everything we built together? My hand froze midair. No. Don’t do this. But he kept singing anyway, his voice rough and unsteady, every word sounding painfully real. There was no teasing smile now. No arrogance. Just him. Raw. Breaking right in front of me. And when I looked up— I saw tears in his eyes. Actual tears. My grip tightened painfully around the utensils. When he reached the chorus, his voice cracked completely, and the tears finally fell. I looked down immediately.

"That's none of your business." "Eleanor, cut it out." Bruce smirked, "With Edward's company going down the drain, who'd want you? No one's gonna take in a girl from a washed-up family, except me." I stared at him, and it all came flooding back, that night five years ago. The moment he lost it over Bella's crocodile tears, I knew we were toast. On our last night, I texted him: [It's over.] The next day, I was on a plane to Lonchester.

“Well. That’s pretty definitive.” I nodded once. Then again. And then I started crying. Rachel blinked. “Wait… are those happy tears or sad tears? I thought you said we were happy.” “I am,” I said quickly, swiping at my face. “These are happy tears. They’re also terrified tears. And overwhelmed tears. And what-if-Stacy-doesn’t-want-this tears.” Rachel turned fully toward me, taking both of my hands. “Listen to me, Beth. Stacy is going to be over the goddamn moon.”

Tears slowly streamed down her face as her eyes went down to his open chest and missing organs. “I’m sorry… I was too late,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry…”

I let out a shaky laugh, dragging a hand through my hair as I turn slightly, like I don't know where to look at. Damn it. I press my lips together, trying to hold it in. I don’t cry. I don’t want to cry, but it's already too late. My chest rises sharply, and something inside me just… breaks open. Years. It feels like years since I’ve felt anything like this. It's been years since I've felt this warm, this full, this……wanted. A tear slips out before I can stop it. Then another. I let out a shaky breath, dragging a hand across my face quickly.

My brother and I have a hunting accident. Artemis's curse strikes me.It incinerates my heart from the inside—I need an healing ritual. But my mother, the high priestess of Artemis's temple, summons every available healer… to my brother's chamber. He only has a few scratches, yet she orders a full ritual examination for him while I lie there hollow on the sacrificial stone. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop vying for my attention for once? Your brother almost damaged a sacred bone!" In the end, I die on the altar. But after the news of my death spreads, my mother, who has always despised me, completely loses her mind.