Too Many Tears Novels & Stories

now no more tears If you want to cry, then cry in pleasure saying that adrian capture his lips with her (flashback end) Adrian's eyes were closed, tears were falling from his eyes, he didn't get to know when he sleeps while crying. On the other hand inanna was lying in her bed and thinking about her life, after thinking almost for an hour she didn't get to know when her eyes get wet while crying she said to herself "I love you so much I can do anything for

The way Kieran had turned his back on him like he was nothing. The way he'd offered me his arm like I was the only person in the world. The way his hand felt on my thigh. The way his cum was still drying on my lips. It was too much. It was all too much and I'd been holding it together with wire and tape and sheer stubbornness for three years and the wire just snapped. The first tear came out hot. Then another. And another. And another. And then I was crying. I was crying for me.

This is me owning up to my shi9t and trying to work past it, so we have a future. Ana nods and I see tears forming. Fu8ck, what do I do with that? I wipe at her eyes with my thumbs. "Don't cry, sweetheart. Why are you crying? No, no, no. Stop baby, I'm sorry I won't say it again, whatever it is, just please don't cry." I'm starting to panic because her tears keep flowing. Between small sobs she says the sweetest thing. "These are happy tears, Oscar, mi amor. Te amo."

What's wrong with living a free life? The movement of the gang suddenly stopped, as if they were shocked. That's good, little Quan thought at the time, because her eyesight suddenly darkened like she was suddenly blind. However, that did not last long. The darkness was exposed, even Quan could see them more clearly than before. The blood and emotions in her body seemed to boil; it was so hot, so unbearable. She screamed with all her might, causing the gang to retreat a few steps back in shock.

◓ Maze ◓ Staring at the ceiling, I couldn't hold the tears that stung my eyes. I let them flow as long as they could fall. Hot tears crossed my face, slowly gliding down my sideburns. I wasn't angry with how he tried to manhandle me. I was angry at myself.

Tears streamed from my eyes, hot and unrelenting. Roman pulled me close to her body and hugged me tight. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here. I won't hurt you," she spoke soothingly into my ear. I melted in her her arms and let my tears run their course. I'd never let myself cry the way I did in her arms. It was messy and covered in snot, trying to make myself stop but I couldn't. Years of pent up rage and grief overwhelmed me and all my tears could've filled a bath tub.

Killian's flight had already departed, and there was no way for me to catch up to him now. Tears welled up in my eyes as the reality of the situation sank in. I had missed my chance to make things right, and now Killian was gone, possibly thinking the worst of me. The guilt and regret weighed heavily on my chest, threatening to suffocate me as I struggled to hold back tears.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

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.

My sight became hazy, clouded by tears and the reflection of the sun dancing on the polished marble beneath my feet. As the pain deepened, tears rained down my face, flowing freely like a torrential downpour. It felt as if a dam, long sealed, had suddenly burst open, releasing a flood of pent-up emotions. Each tear represented the weight of every heartbreaking experience I had endured. They were tears shed for the countless times the woman I considered my mother had subjected me to beatings. They were tears shed for the irreplaceable loss of my Grandpa. And, most importantly, they were tears of anguish over the futile attachment to someone that never truly belonged to me in the first place.