Wasting Tears On You Novels & Stories

She clutched the picture, her knuckles white, her vision blurring as tears welled, hot and stinging. Zara sank to the floor, the picture clutched to her chest, and sobbed. Deep, wrenching sobs that shook her entire body, tears streaming down her face, wetting the glass of the frame. She cried for the naive girl in the picture, for the friendship she had lost, for the love that had been a lie, for the pain she had endured. She cried until her throat was raw, her eyes swollen, and exhaustion finally claimed her, pulling her into a heavy, dreamless sleep right there on the floor, the photograph still clutched in her hand.

If I don’t lооk аftеr mуѕеlf, nо оnе еlѕе wіll. Tears аrе rolling dоwn mу fасе. I pay nо аttеntіоn tо the worried looks thе wаіtrеѕѕеѕ аrе gіvіng mе. It’ѕ the ѕhосk оf іt more than аnуthіng. I’m ѕhаkіng.

My pulses started to throb in my temple, Hurt welled in my eyes in the shape of tears. 'There's nothing to cry about. We weren't friends, lovers or anything. It hurts so much. He just walked away. A little talk won't hurt him.' My eyes swam with tears. I twirled and climbed down the stairs. I glanced at the floor and blinked my eyes, making the tears fall. DASTIEN

The girl didn't move from her position as she whispered back to me, "I love you..." The truth behind the three words resonated within me. Each one, lifting a further weight from my chest. She loves me... It's odd that a simple three words could just flip your world upside down, but right then, I felt like I was living in the clouds. A single tear fell from my cheek. Tears have so much meaning behind them. Really, they represent a feeling so strong it can't be put into words. Extreme sadness, happiness or even anger. A single tear could represent a feeling so vivid, only a few select people could understand it. This tear represented sheer happiness combined with resent. That bitter feeling wh

By the time they reached the rooftop, they had become very faint, like the meowing of a kitten in the distance. Jenny’s eyes grew warm. Tears welled up from her tear glands, gathering at the lower edge of her eyes. Under the orange light of the streetlights, they sparkled with moisture. Her nasal passages stung, and her nasal turbinates swelled from the irritation of the tears. As air passed through her nose, it made a “hiss” sound. She didn’t wipe her tears. The tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, slid down her cheeks, past her lips and chin, and dropped onto the concrete surface of the low wall. They left small, dark dots on the gray concrete.

This time, the dam she had been desperately holding back burst open, and tears cascaded down her cheeks, mirroring the pain she felt within. Damn it! Why is she crying? Doesn't she realize how deeply her tears affect me? Overwhelmed by her sorrow, I closed the distance between us, gently gripping her shoulders for support. "Please, Anna, stop crying... You know how much I hate to see you in tears." With a tender touch, I wiped away a tear with my thumb, trying to soothe her. "It's just a plate, nothing more. It's not worth your anguish."

I whimpered, tears blurring my vision. “Tesoro, non ti ho detto che le tue lacrime sono le mie? Non piangi per nessun altro, specialmente per un uomo così patetico. Non merita la tua paura o le tue lacrime.” Darling, did I not tell you that your tears are mine? You do not cry for anyone else, especially not for such a pathetic man. He doesn’t deserve your fear or your tears.

Thinking about that day, though, fills my eyes with tears. “Heart wrenching,” I all but whisper the words. It feels like it’s been forced out of me. Out of the deepest parts of my soul. I try to force the sob that threatens to break free, but it’s useless. I tears out of me painfully, leaving me breathless. “How so?” Mia asks, handing me tissue paper. I take it and wipe the tears falling down my face. It does no good because they keep flowing like a damn river. Getting angry at them for how they keep falling, I ball the tissue in frustration before chucking it in the dustbin.

I said, but there was still no response. Despite my efforts to hold back my tears, I couldn't stop them from flowing. I was overwhelmed by the weight of my emotions, and the tears came pouring out of my eyes like a river. Each drop that fell held so much pain and anger at my own helplessness. "I can't bear to see you like this, Jerry. Please wake up," I begged, my voice cracking with emotion. As another tear rolled down my cheek, I knew he wouldn't wake up soon. But the thought of seeing him like this was tearing me apart.

Who has the ears forming over its own eyes as the drop once again falls over it one after the other? "Shit how many times am I just going to let the tears fall, funk this waterfall" chucking in response placing the picture frame back at the table. Breathing out while pressing his lips into a thin line.