Wasting Tears On You Novels & Stories

Bile rose in my throat as I break down in tears. "I'm tired. I've lost all hope. There's no point in living anymore. No point" My vision turned blurry as more tears gush themselves out of my eyes. I didn't care how broken I looked I front of him. I didn't care whether he will see me at my worst. I didn't care how he'd think of me. I casted my head down as the tears kept gushing out nonstop. The bed dipped followed by the heavy breathing of Valen. "I don't know why you're so stubborn. You know how to make someone feel guilty and weak" His voice was now low.

NINE I exhale through my nose, causing ripples in the juice. Wasteful. I clench my jaw and tilt the glass. The cold, sticky liquid hits my skin and soaks into the tunic that isn't mine. It rolls between my breasts, over my tummy and down my legs. The table erupts with laughter, suffocating me with an awful feeling I've never felt before. Whatever it is, it cuts deeper than humiliation. I lick my lips, placing the empty glass on the tray. Tears sting at my eyes, and I blink, refusing to let them pool.

I clung to the hope that perhaps, in the release of my tears, I would find some semblance of healing, some semblance of peace. The tears continued to flow, each one carrying with it a fragment of my shattered dreams. I mourned for the life I had once known, the vibrant spirit that had now been eclipsed by uncertainty and fear. The weight of my tears felt both cleansing and exhausting, as if with each droplet, I shed a layer of my anguish.

My eyes go fogey due to tears in my eyes. I advert my gaze and walk away. As pathetic as it sounds, it gutted me even more that he didn't come after me making me release my tears.

chapter 22 The tears hadn't dried from my eyes ,I shoked as misrable as ever . I couldn't help but clean the tears that I had laced on my eyec . The event that had been happening in my life for the past one month , has really been devastating and I couldn't help but imagine what would happen in the next few smdmonths . my life in this misrable place had only been one month and this one month had been the most hurtful month of my life .

Energy burning out from venting, and reality coming back full circle to remind me that I’ve lost everything. I spin away from him to head on, then stop, shudder involuntarily as the overwhelming wave hits me at full speed and the tidal wave of tears come out of nowhere. I don’t even have a chance to try and combat it before it hits full throttle. Breaking and flinching as I lose control and they start to fall. Coughing on the woeful sound that escapes me and smothering my face with both hands to try and catch the waterfall as it pours from my eyes.

Lizandra I could barely close my eyes all night, and I couldn't say I woke up. As a result of the terrible night of tossing and turning in bed, shedding rivers of tears, I was now feeling terrible. It's as if a tractor ran over my body, leaving me completely sore. Nothing gets resolved with tears, and I wish I wouldn't cry every time things get out of control. In other words, constantly. But it's impossible not to realize that I've become a big crybaby, weak, and now also a traitor.

"Tears are natural, sometimes, they're unstoppable. Cry all you want, and let your sadness come out with the tears," As she wept, he watched, his eyes filled with compassion. After a moment, he gently wiped away her tears. "It's okay…" he said, his voice soothing, but the tears streamed down Rosie's face; a relentless flow that seemed impossible to stem. "If this continues, you're wasting your time, tears, and you'll hurt your eyes," he pointed out, his tone soft but pragmatic. "And before you do that, ask yourself if those people are worth it,"

Tears welled up in my eyes, I tried to say something but the tears keep coming. " Th...thank you." The tears flowed like hot lava, burning my cheeks. But they were tears of Joy, tears of victory. That I have finally won my battle and found my dreams. Jane was also crying. We hugged each other and stayed like that for few seconds. " Oh crap! look how i stained my mascara because of some stupid tears. You made me cry didn't you?" Jane said, cleaning the black stains from her eyes. " Am sorry." " No it's nothing. Alright get yourself ready....."

Yours forever, Zander Tears spring from my eyes and don’t stop until I can’t cry any more tears.