Wasting Tears On You Novels & Stories

I have actual tears on my face. Frustrated, furious tears. Not the good kind. He sits up and looks at me, running his thumb under one eye to wipe the wetness away. "Last one is going to make it all worthwhile," he promises.

She must've seen my tear-stained face and taken pity on me. I crouch in a corner of the room, wiping my tears away, feeling more useless than I did when I woke up this morning. I promised myself I wouldn't cry today, but who am I kidding? Right from the start, everything was against me; Nicolas, Marciano, this wedding, the weather. Everything. Hot tears fall from my eyes. The more I wipe, the more they come, until I stop trying. I just sit, letting them fall, my chest aching with every shaky breath.

"I read your letter again." My eyes stung. "You were really annoying in that." A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away immediately. Then another appeared. And another. Apparently tears traveled in packs. Just like wolves. Once one arrived, the others were never far behind. Just like wolves. "I keep thinking I'm doing okay." My voice cracked. "Then something happens." The tears came faster now. "I hear a joke." I sniffled. "Or I see somebody training." Another tear. "Or somebody says something that sounds like you."

It's a threshold, a point of no return. As the taxi carries me away from the familiar, the tears I've restrained finally break free. I sob uncontrollably, the weight of the pain and loss I'm enduring crashing over me like a relentless wave. Each tear that escapes my eyes bears witness to a love that once burned brightly but now lies in smoldering ruins.

I opened my eyes watching as the tears stained my cheeks and the mascara ran through my face. ‘Pathetic’ I thought to myself. My reflection of course did not say a word; after all, it was simply a blank canvas waiting for more makeup to paint across its tear-stained skin. I sighed heavily, wiping away another tear with the back of my hand. “Stop crying already,” I whispered to myself. Frustrated at the tears that kept streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe he had done it again. Well scratch that, I could believe it, but it just stung really bad as always.

He looked my way. My eyes brimmed. He kept staring at me blanky. Tears flowed out my eyes. He looked away from me as he opened his car door and entered. The girl entered too. They drive away. I move away from the window, walking towards my bed. Tears flowed. Sky came to me, looking at me with sad eyes. It made me sob. He whined. I hugy him tightly. I let it all out. This stings so bad. So terrible.

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.

My eyes immediately became watery. Gears threatened to call from my eyes. As much as I was trying my possible best to avoid tearing up, I couldn't still help it than to allow the tears that were treating me to fall peaceful All my hope had been shattered, even though I didn't expect much from him I still felt that he was going to be a bit nice to thank me for the unpaid service I did for him yesterday, but instead, he choose out of all other things too, to be rude.

In that moment, I knew that my fate hung in the balance, and the choice I had made would shape the path ahead. As the tear rolled down my cheek, its shimmering presence illuminated by the soft, dim light of the room, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the sacrifices I was willing to make. It was a tear that spoke volumes, a testament to the lengths I was prepared to go with my plea, hanging in the air like a fragile thread, echoed through the silence.

tears streamed down my face in a rush as I watched my worst nightmare unfolding before me "Listen here, man, whatever you want to say I'll listen, and any more punch you've got, I'll take it all, so keep it coming, but get the hell out of my way right now, and don't make me lose my temper watching those tears fall from my woman's eyes."