Wasting Tears On You Novels & Stories

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.

I say as a smile graces my lips. I clutch his hand into mine sliding my thumb over his knuckles. "Are you that tired that you still don't wish to wake up, my male? It's not fun waiting you know. I am so not missing you though." I whisper. "Yes, I am not missing you." My lips tremble and uncontrollable tears from within my eyes like a rain cloud. My eyes keep swelling with the number of times I cry in a day. "I don't miss you...at all." The wall breaks free and I sob bringing his hand to my lips wailing in pain.

text? I rolled onto my side, facing the wall, and let the tears come quietly so I wouldn’t wake the kids. They weren’t dramatic tears. They were the tired kind, the ones that leak out when you realize you’re still the same fool who believes in second chances. But the thing about running out of options is that it clarifies everything.

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

Something hot. Tears.

His eyes were red, watery, and exasperated. But he's not showing a manly side to him just to prove he is capable of killing me. "I'm sorry…" I said, looking downward. "If something bad has already happened, does your sorry could bring them back?" he asked. "Think about it." I can't help these tears again. Why are my tears won't scarce? It always has a supply. Are my eyes only made with the purpose of crying? I can smile too. using these eyes. The little tears turned into a bursting cry.

The shadows they cast mirrored the depth of her fatigue, serving as a constant reminder of the nights spent silently weeping or struggling to find solace in restless dreams. Rose's once bright and vibrant eyes now drooped lazily, lacking their usual sparkle and verve. They seemed heavy, burdened by the weight of unshed tears and unspoken worries. Their luster had dimmed, like a flickering flame desperately clinging to its last embers. Each blink appeared slow and deliberate, as if summoning the strength to stay open was an arduous task in itself.

-HADES- Tears roll down her cheeks like waterfall, she struggles to breathe, thrashing against the sock stuffed in her mouth. I stumbled back, my eyes erupting into a piercing pain before I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. With trembling hands, I gripped the edge of my table, supporting myself against it as my throat grew tight with each passing second. She let out a loud wail, withering in pain under that man. My brother stood near them, watching her with lusful eyes. He was enjoying all this when Sage was drowning in her own tears.

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.