Wasting Tears On You Novels & Stories

I hate it when a woman doesn't know her worth and limit. Seeing that I wasn't conceding to her offer for breakfast, her lips began to wobble in tears_fake tears_ before I could comment on her crocodile tears, Gabby walked out with a plate of chocolate. "You're still here Gabriel?" She stared at Claire and the tears trailing down her cheeks, she shook her head clearly amused. "You need to suck it up bitch; everybody knows those tears aren't real"

The weight of her loss felt unbearable, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. "It's okay," Lia whispered gently, guiding my tear-stained cheeks to rest on her shoulder. She caressed my back with a slow, soothing rhythm, offering me a sense of comfort in-between the pain. As my tears soaked into her clothes, I couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and sadness.

I giggled, and the next thing that happened shocked me more. Tears cascaded down his cheeks like a stormy rainfall. With each sob that escaped his lips, the weight of his anguish filled the room, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of grief. The sound of his cries echoed through the empty spaces, a haunting melody of pain and loss that reverberated in the silence. In that moment, he was not just shedding tears; he was releasing a torrent of emotions long held captive, letting the raw vulnerability of his tears speak the words his voice could not utter.

“It hurts.” It doesn’t feel like it’s been an hour since I’ve been crying for no apparent reason. The fried rice in front of me is already full of tears. I feel exhausted after draining my tears. My breath is gasping, my throat feels dry, and I swelled my eyes. My vision became a little blurry because my eyes still pooled warm tears in my eyelids. It’s always the same as before; pain. My eyelids closed, and the last drops of my tears slid smoothly down my cheeks.

Tears run down my face, keeping my cheeks warm. I. . . . I don’t want to suffer anymore. Not again.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

I dropped down to the floor, trying to clean up my mess. "Damn it," I whimpered. I was losing it. It had been such a long fucking day. Barely keeping it together. On autopilot. So close to snapping. A warbling noise bubbled past my lips, tears welling in my eyes. I couldn't take it anymore. I tried not to cry. So hard, but I couldn't help the first sob slip past my lips. Everyone was staring at me. I could feel it. But damn it, if that didn't make the tears fall faster, humiliating me further.

she spits, tears burning her eyes. I inhale. My body wobbles and the invisible thread holding me in place breaks. My eyes hurt. Tears well up and a single tear drops and rolls down my cheek.

What a way to meet your biological parents. "What if I can't do it?" I ask and sniff. My emotions come into everything right now. Animal advert on the TV? Tears are streaming down my face. Something looks cute but is actually a food...tears. Nikolai getting stabbed? Obviously, there are tears. Even the tissue advert had me in tears yesterday. I believe I need some of them. They state that they are good for spillages, and I can't seem to keep my tears at bay these days.

He kept the pad of his finger on my cheek and took a drop on his finger pad. “ These tears are very costly. They contain mascara which is a thousand bucks, then eyeliner which is three thousand bucks, then it smudges the costly foundation and other things that are applied on your cheeks, then it has feelings which are priceless. So you see these things make these tears priceless. Next time think before you let them leave your eyes.” A smile made its way to hearing his cheesy words. Seeing my smile, his lips curled in a beautiful smile. He pulled me in his embrace.