Novel & Cerita Too Many Tears

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

word and shook her hand off with a faint, knowing smile. Eric coldly stepped forward to shield me. He pulled a videotape out of his pocket and waved it lightly. "Megan, Julie didn't want to make a big deal out of this since you're her cousin, but some people just don't know when to quit. "I have a bad temper and zero patience, and some things are hard to explain, so let's just watch." He walked straight to the old VCR in our house like he'd done it a hundred times before and hooked it up to the aging TV. The footage was static and grainy, but the figures were clear enough.

Then tears streamed down her stunning face. A gasp escaped Fiona’s lips, and her eyes were wide in disbelief at the cruelty of Preston leaving his new bride alone at Home Affairs. Fiona hugged her best friend tightly with tears brimming in her eyes and said, “I am so sorry, my dearest Brooklyn. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Why didn’t you call me after that heartless man abandoned you? I would have come and picked you up.”

I snatched the teacup away from his lips and smashed it onto the floor. I said, "Let's get things straight. Firstly, my money didn't fall out of the sky. I don't mind if she spends it on herself, but you know better than I do where my money actually goes. I'm not stupid. I don't have extra cash to spend on a homewrecker who can't even figure out his own role. "And secondly, you know exactly why Rosalind and I fight. Whether you're here to make peace or stir things up, you'd know best. And my tea is expensive. It's not something you're worthy to drink."

she spits, tears burning her eyes. I inhale. My body wobbles and the invisible thread holding me in place breaks. My eyes hurt. Tears well up and a single tear drops and rolls down my cheek.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

- 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,

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

I grabbed my phone, connected it to the Bluetooth, and scrolled through my playlist. A song started playing. Loud. I gripped the wheel, forcing my voice to be steady as I sang along, my lips moving on instinct. But then… My vision blurred. A hot tear slid down my cheek. I blinked rapidly, but it didn’t stop. The tears kept coming. I gritted my teeth, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, wiping my face harshly. But the more I wiped, the more the tears fell.