Wajah Sedih Wanita Novels & Stories

The sound of the water provided a gentle cover for her sorrow. As she turned off the faucet, Shanaya wrapped the towel around her frame and faced the mirror. With her palm, she wiped away the fog on the mirror, revealing her reflection. Her swollen, red eyes stood as evidence of her tears, while her red nose and exhausted face showcased the toll her emotions had taken. In that moment, the mirror became a cruel reminder of her misery, reflecting back the pain and anguish she felt deep within.

A hoarse voice slipped into my ears making my eyes snapped in the front. I blinked my eyes as they fell on a woman sitting in front of Maiyra. Her jet black hairs were tied up in a messy bun from which several bangs were freely hanging on the side of her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, maybe due to constant crying. Her face was of slightly brownish complexion which was having tears imprints. My first instinct told me that she wasn't pretty in compare to the women's I've had shared bed with but then I re-remembered her confession of suicidal thoughts and automatically my eyes held interest in her.

I didn't know if I can live like this. The door opens and I don’t even bother hiding that I am crying or the deep sadness that’s etched on my face. a woman with white hair and a man get in the room and she immediately looks worried. “you are awake, honey what's wrong, you are crying,” she immediately takes my hand, in hers and I can't help but feel more tears run down my eyes. I have opened a dam, there is no closing it. I heave out a sigh, getting choked up. “I am just in pain, that’s all,” I respond to her.

she remarked, turning to face us. The look on her face is something I never want to see again; a hollowness has settled in her eyes, replacing the usual warmth with a dull ache. Her gaze seemed to lose focus, drifting somewhere distant. A faint tremor ran through her lips, a silent plea left unanswered. Tears welled in her eyes, shimmering like misplaced diamonds on the brink of overflowing. Her lower lip trembled, threatening to erupt into a full-blown sob. The corners of her mouth drooped downwards, etching deep lines of sorrow into her cheeks. Her brow furrowed in a way that spoke of a pain that went beyond the physical, a soul-crushing weight reflected in the downcast turn of her head.

Riana looked closely at her lover, and impatiently awaited an answer from Wira. Wira was still trying to remember if it was really that woman, but her appearance, and personality were very different from the woman he remembered. As far as Wira knew, only one woman looked at Riana with a look full of envy, and hatred. The woman whose face was full of acne, and who even glared at Riana whenever she saw her.

cries the woman while rubbing her friend's back because he is weeping out of heartaches that have been released. She sees a mixture of cold and tears when the man raises his face. "Hahahaha," Ava laughs because she sees that Jay looks like a child. He is now ugly. He whines even more because he thought she was just laughing at his problem. "Leave now." He is disgusted and signals to leave the woman. "Seriously? Hey, what? You can wipe your face. Here is a tissue." The woman just keeps smiling as she hands over the tissue that is just placed on the side of the table.

Was leaving Qing Jiang really the only way out for her? When she was depressed, a small red car came and stopped steadily in front of her, revealing a woman's face behind the window. The woman looked to be in her thirties or forties, wearing sunglasses, with a red lip that was delicate and colorful. She waved at Qiao Jingjia, "Get in." Boredom showed in Qiao Jingjia's eyes as she dragged her luggage two steps to the other side and stood on the side of the road waiting for a taxi.

Some men got in our way, but John just kept moving them away, we had to get out of there as quickly as possible. As I watched the woman in front of me, I could see the traces of pain and suffering on her tired face. It was clear that she had been through a difficult few days and was frightened. I couldn't ignore the sadness in her eyes, for she was a mirror of everything she had recently experienced.

, Farha says. And Dia cries out again with fresh tears rolling down. But as a video call comes to her phone from them she quickly wipes her face, splashes water and wiping it answers the call. She smiles brightly show them a smiling face and they smile along. They then tease each other saying how ugly they were looking while crying near so many people.

Roy and I was in charge of comforting the wolves, because some of them has developed depression due to being confined in one place for a long time, and the plague been inflicted on them, made their mental health worse. I heard crying amongst the crowd of people in the building and I looked around. This room was filed with 26 beds, each of them lines horizontally on each side, in a way that they faced each other. I caught a glimpse of a woman on the other side of the bed, crying. She had her face buried in her hands and I approached her. I knelt down, looking at her. "What is wrong? Are you okay?" She took her hands away from her face and my heart dropped. Half of her face had no skin, and he