Wasting Tears On You Novels & Stories

Immediately that word came out from his mouth, a fresh of tears started to flow out of my eyes down my cheeks. Ya Allah(Oh Lord!), why? Why is this happening to me? Ever since my wedding with Aryan, my best friend since then has been tears, everyday I had to shed tears and till date, it wouldn't stop. I have been told that it's not good for my health, thinking too much is not for me but what can I do?

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I looked at the time on my phone and sighed, it was still eight. I got on the bed and groaned before looking up at the ceiling and sighing. I turned on the bed and sighed. Frustration had hit its highest when warm tears started streaming down my face. I sniffled silently and wiped my nose. I threw away the pillow when I noticed that my tears had made it wet, it landed somewhere on the floor. The downside of crying is that you never cry over the current situation, as you cry other emotions from past situations would swarm up your mind and only cause you to cry more. That choking feeling in your throat that makes you sob more and tears fall more was what was happening to me.

I just sighed as I closed my eyes, and let myself sink into the darkness until I was numb and couldn't feel anything. I’m sorry, Mom and Dad. I’m a worthless daughter. ***

I stare up at him, the defenses in my mind suddenly faltering as the raw truth of his words sinks into my skin. The more Owen talks, the more his eyes water, the glossy sheen of unshed tears reflecting the gray morning light. And then, right before my eyes, a single, heavy drop of tears rolls down his cheek, tracing a wet path down his pale, exhausted face.

“Wifey, are you trying to make the ocean fill with your tears? David kissed away her tears, but no matter how many times he used his mouth to wipe her tears, her eyes again filled with tears, as if she planned to fill the ocean with her tears. “Why are you silly, didn’t I tell you, don’t shed your tears, they are very precious to me, are you trying to give them to this? Stop wasting them already. Otherwise, I am going to be jealous,” David threatened her.

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,

"Is this what you mean by 'nothing'? Why are you crying if there's nothing wrong?" Wendy's tears flowed down her cheeks like a broken string of pearls. Her heart trembled with her breathing.

He barked. My eyes became teary without saying anything further. I turned and walked into my room. I just kept on crying. For Azelaic. For my mom, For my siblings. For myself. For not feeling good enough. For not feeling enough. For not doing what I wanted to do despite all the noise and the eye rolls and all the things I'd had to give up along the way. Hot tears streamed down my face, and I squeezed my eyelids shut in the hope my tears would stop. My choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time, and I lay in bed unmoving. Knock…knock…knock.