Wasting Tears On You Novels & Stories

I take another drink. But he doesn't budge. "Even if Wes is an asshole, you're still allowed to cry." "But I don't want to cry," I say. "I've felt like I was going to throw up all day, sure, but I don't feel like I need to cry." Is that bad? Or just weird? It's the absolute truth - I'm definitely not holding back tears. I don't even have that achy feeling you get in your throat or behind your eye sockets that means that the waterworks are on their way. I just feel...like I just ate an entire tub of month-old tuna salad from a gas station.

I can't do this anymore! I can't watch her slowly dwindle away just like her! If she only knew how my heart breaks into pieces everytime my eyes lay upon her. Seeing the light leaving her beautiful eyes. The vibrant artic blue that was once there, now fading into a smokey navy blue. Everything is happening the same way it did with her. I can't stay with her and watch as history repeats itself! I won't stand by and watch another person I love more then anything in this world be taken away from me again!

Luna The tears in my eyes dried as I wiped them away with the back of my hand, leaving behind a salty residue. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I let go of the emotions that had overwhelmed me. Forget it as if it were a beautiful dream—a week in paradise now shattered by reality.

Tears started forming at the corners of my eyes. "The person who only ruins other people by touching them! By having them! Being damn useless! Being damn worthless!" I said, and then tears fell from my eyes. I noticed that the maids who were there earlier were gone. "I'm a damn poison! I can kill people by being with them. It's so damn confusing when you tell me that you will complete me? That's a damn joke. Before you complete me, I'll completely ruined you," I said, trying to maintain my posture.

Fuck, why can’t I stop these tears? I try to wipe them away but they keep on falling like waterfalls, I try to calm down, take few breaths, squeeze all the tears out, but nothing seems to work. I give up on my attempts and look at that Williams guy with an angry face, drenched with tears and snot, yeah I really don't care right now, I am not bothered with my looks, I am bothered with the way he is looking at me! why in the hell is he looking at me like that? With those sad and pitiful eyes of his, I don’t want his pity, I want to know what he did to me.

Tears stung my eyes and slipped down my temples. "Fuck…I am indeed pathetic".

SCARLETT Leaning against the shower wall, I feel the tears streaming down my face, hot and relentless. My hand instinctively clamps over my mouth in a feeble attempt to muffle my sobs, but they still spill through unabated. I can’t seem to stop crying, and I don’t know how long I’ve been here. All I know is that I can’t get out until the tears subside, but that doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon.

Every time Zoey felt like the world was grinding her down, Laurence would infuriate her to the point of tears. In an instant, tears welled in her eyes. This instinct wasn’t something that she could control through sheer willpower. Hurt, pain, and grief pulled mercilessly at her with taut strings. All Zoey could do was try to stop her tears from falling. She looked up, attempting to will those humiliating tears back. She felt like her teeth were about to be worn down from how tight she clenched them. But at last, the tears streamed down her face like lines of pearls. Soon, her face was completely damp.

The soft whispers of the wind brushed against the glass, whispering secrets of a world I longed to escape to. I ran a hand through my tousled, tangled hair, the strands a reflection of the chaos in my mind. The mirror before me revealed eyes swollen and puffy, the unmistakable aftermath of relentless tears that had streamed down my face until exhaustion finally claimed me. They stared back at me, mirrors of the soul, reflecting the raw anguish that consumed me.

I fall back against the bed in defeat and the tears prick my eyes again. I am so tired of holding them in, so this time, I let them fall. I let them try to wash away this bitter feeling of hopelessness. They do try…and they fail horribly.