Wasting Tears On You Novels & Stories

And I lose my balance as I fall on the ground. A tear leaves my eye on my failure. A tear full of regret ,sorrow, and devastation before I close my eyes. The darkness welcoming me in...

They started to stream down on my cheek, causing your shirt to be soaked in my tears. Geeze. The comfort from you that always shows my most vulnerable part which only you can make it come out. There is something in you that always makes me let out what I need to let out as if you are casting a spell to give the comfort I needed. You just made me burst in tears to make me feel a little better.

I heard Andrew saying, and then I raised up my head to looke at him while I battled my eye lashes, and then cleaned back my tears with the handkerchief. "What do you mean by that?" Tears under the microscope—what does it have to do with me crying? He then brought out his phone from this phone stand and showed me a video from it. It showed me what the tears looked like under the microscope. "Can you see how beautiful it is?" He questioned me. I watched the tears as they kept on growing right under the microscope. "I don't know what happened to you, but you don't have the cry it it ain't worth your tears." He told me, and returned my phone back to me. I wasn't in support in what he said though

But the weight of her mother’s accusations threatened to unravel everything she had ever held dear. As Clarissa spoke, her tears continued to flow, unbidden and uncontrollable. They were not the usual tears of sorrow, but something far more mysterious and haunting. As they slid down her cheeks, they didn’t merely soak into the fabric of her clothes. They began to change, transforming into something far more beautiful yet sorrowful. The tears became pearls, delicate and luminous, rolling down her lap like precious jewels. Each one seemed to hold a story, a secret she was too afraid to uncover. Their weight was not just physical; it was emotional, pressing her heart deeper into despair.

Tears! Tears began to well in her eyes, spilling from her eyelids and trailing down her cheeks. She sniffles, "Y-you like making me cry. Th-that was so beautiful" she let's out a quiet sob, more tears spilling down her cheeks. Shit, I made her cry. Immediately I pressed the pad of my thumb against her cheeks catching every single drop of her precious, priceless tears. "Now I f-feel so silly for worrying. You, you'll always be by my side?" She asked, her voice soft and wavering.

Tears of humiliation finally spilled over, and she screamed, “Jason rejected my family's marriage alliance for her, Preston. While you were busy obsessing over your fragile ego, you let me call her a floor-sweeper. Pull over. I am getting out of this car.” Panic completely overrode Preston's arrogance, and he shot her a terrified, wide-eyed look. He stammered, his voice cracking, "V-Vivica, please be reasonable. Are you seriously not exhausted from constantly blowing things out of proportion and throwing tantrums? If you walk out now, the Cartwright Group will pull all their investments from the James Group, and I will lose everything. We need to stick together to survive this, Sweetheart.”

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

I could feel the exhaustion settling deep into her bones, her strength draining with every tear she had released. Slowly, carefully, I loosened my hold around her. Just enough to pull back and look at her. Her face was flushed, damp with tears that clung stubbornly to her cheeks. Her lashes were wet, sticking together, her eyes swollen and red from crying harder than she probably had in years. Her lips trembled slightly as another hiccup escaped her, her breath catching unevenly.

" I said as I packed our stuffs making Bell confused. "Theo. Talk to me what's wrong? What's happening?" She asked as she stood watching me move from the cabinets to our suitcase. I didn't answer so she stood in front of me and made me look into her eyes. "Teddy tell me what's wrong?" She asked gently and before I knew it something came out of my eyes. The tears kept on flowing and I touched them and looked at Bell. "What are these? Why is it so good yet so painful?" "Oh baby. Those are called tears and they come out when we are in so much pain that we can't endure it anymore." She said making me hug her.

Her words still affected me greatly, pushing down on my lungs like a heavy stone, and creating a lump in my throat, that started turning my breathing into an impossible task. I had leaked a few tears last night too, even when I vowed myself crying was something never to do again, crying weakened the soul and crumpled away confidence. I sighed, trying to keep them from falling. I couldn’t let tears win, because their victory would ruin me. Frustration built inside me once again, adding a few tears of fury.