Too Late For Tears Novels & Stories

I pressed my lips together. Acute appendicitis wasn’t exactly all that serious. Feeling low, huh? Was it only now, when he was sick and vulnerable, that he remembered the daughter he had driven out of the house and hadn’t seen for almost two years? A thread of sarcasm ran through me. “I’m very busy lately. I don’t think I can get away.” “Miss Rhea…” Thompson’s voice dropped even lower. “Mr. Elio… after waking up from the anesthesia, he ask about you…”

She made sure to lock the door behind her before she slowly crawled into bed. Her throat burned as she covered herself with the duvet from all the unshed tears she was holding in, but she was too tired to cry. This was the moment the song, no tears left to cry, was talking about. She felt the anger and frustration deep in her bones, she was bitter, irritated and tired of Charlotte swooping in at the last freaking minute each time to destroy all she has worked hard for, but all she could do was take a breath and close her eyes.

"Look, the stars are beautiful. I knew that I had to get this place the moment I laid my eyes on it. Something about the fact that it's so hidden comforts me. No one can find me here because I'm no one. There's no difference between the grass and me." Her eyes are swollen and it looks like she's at the brink of shedding fresh tears. “What about…” she shakes her head. “I fear that it's too late.” I reach forward and cup face. Her silvery blue eyes clash with mine and tears line the rim. I wipe them with my thumb as they fall. “Nothing is ever too late.” “So it's not too late to have you?” I freeze. “Nothing is ever too late,” I repeat again but this time I'm more nervous than before. “We can

And I felt something inside me break. Not shatter. Not crumble. Just... break. Quietly. Irreparably. I stood in the garden, alone, the cold wind biting at my skin, and I let the tears fall. I didn't wipe them away. Didn't try to be strong. I just... let go. For years, I had fought. For years, I had schemed and seduced and sacrificed. I had told myself that if I just tried hard enough, I could make him love me. I could make him forget her.

When I stayed out late for an event and it got dark, he would quietly trail behind me the whole way, watching over me. And when an out-of-control truck came barreling toward me, he didn't hesitate for a second. He ran up, pushed me out of the way, and ended up in the ICU himself. His face was covered in bruises. I sat by his hospital bed, crying and begging him not to die. The first thing Grayson did when he opened his eyes was reach up and wipe my tears. The second thing he did was speak, in a broken voice, and apologize to me.

I don't know how Felix found out, but on the fifth day, Lacey deleted all those posts from her feed. Then I got a text from a number I didn't recognize. [Why won't you let go?] As if I were the one refusing to let go. I smiled helplessly, but I also knew it was time to have a proper ending with Felix. I sent him a message, seriously asking if we could sit down and talk. He replied several hours later. [I have a business trip these next few days. We'll talk when I'm back, sweetheart!]

“And I have failed.” “Charlotte—” “She is right,” I said bitterly. “That is the truth.” Alexander reached for my hands. “Stop saying that.” “But it is true.” Tears burned in my eyes. “I cannot even do the one thing I am supposed to do.” “Charlotte,” he said firmly. “Listen to me.” But the tears were already falling. “I am the problem,” I whispered. Alexander pulled me into his arms. “You are not the problem.” “Yes I am.”

He choked. It was the first time I had seen him so helpless. "I'm sorry I came too late." I smiled. I had no idea he knew how to apologize. He held my hand tightly as he teared up. "We'll have another baby. I promise you that." I pulled my hand away gently and said calmly. "I know. Maybe you should leave the room first." I turned away with my back facing him and did not say another word. Stefan was silent for a long time before he finally closed the door softly behind him.

A prize snatched off a board to spite a rival, then left to rot in a corner for seven years. Hot, bitter tears spilled over my lashes, tracking burning lines down my cheeks. My hands trembled so violently that I had to ball them into fists to keep from shaking apart completely. Every memory of the past seven years slammed back into me with fresh poison—every late night waiting for Jaxon to come home, every time he brushed me off in public, every cruel comment from Risa that I had quietly swallowed because I thought I wasn't enough. "Raven..." Zayn stepped forward, reaching out a hand toward my shoulder, his voice thick with concern.

I put on a fіxеd smile, but I wasn’t ԛuісk enough to саtсh thе tear that fеll frоm my eye. “Hеу, уоu ѕhоuldn’t bе сrуіng, this is a hарру tіmе fоr уоu,” he ѕооthеd, bruѕhіng my tear away. “I knоw, just ѕаd tо lеаvе уоu аll. I dіdn’t realize it would bе thіѕ hard to ѕау goodbye.” This was juѕt the tір of the ісеbеrg.