What Is My Tears Ricochet About Novels & Stories

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Rico stared at her silently, still groggy from the surgery and medication. Then his gaze traveled over her face. The swollen eyes, the dried tear tracks, and the hospital gown. His brows pulled together slightly, lips parted but no words came out. He shut them and tried again. “Yo-you’ve been crying,” he murmured hoarsely. Calla laughed through her tears. “Of course I’ve been crying," she said, sniffing and pulling closer to him. Her free hand moved the hair out of his face.

Deep, raw hurt. “Rico…” I whispered, getting to my feet. “I…” He laughed softly, dryly. “You don’t even know what I think.” “Then tell me,” I said quietly. He looked away, shaking his head. “You think I didn’t notice? The way you look at him. The way you forget I’m even there.” Tears filled my eyes again, though I couldn’t tell anymore who they were for. I took a step forward, my voice small. “Rico, please… don’t do this right now. Not when everything’s already falling apart.”

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

The ache behind my eyes grew sharp. Rico shifted closer like he wanted to comfort me but hesitated. He raised his hand then let it fall back to his side. “That’s enough crying now,” he said softly. “I hate to say this, but you need to move on. We both do.” It was the second time someone told me that today. Move on? How could I? If teacher Mary were here, she’d know what to say. Rico stood suddenly and disappeared into the woods, the darkness swallowing him up.

I didn't know why, but tears filled my eyes. I hugged Rico as he lay on me. I started crying. "Rico..." My lips began to shake. He raised his head and looked me in the eyes. I did too, but tears couldn't stop rushing out of my eyes. "I'm hurt..." I cried. "I'm hurt, Rico..." I cried. His thumb wiped off my tears. "All I...fucking wanted...was to be..." My voice broke. "...loved by someone" I cried. "Olivia..." He muttered.

The time that I fell, never being able to get back up. After all the images, a single tear streams down my face. My heart breaking again as it all becomes unbearable. Ryder looks up, at the wrong time. His eyes follow the tear on its descent down my cheek. Then, out of nowhere. He engulfs me in a huge and comforting hug. His arms tightly wrapping around my body and squeezing me to his warm body. And the tears start to actually flow. And not just one by one. More like, a thousand by a thousand. Each tear falling after the other so fast like a rushing river.

The question echoed in my mind, each repetition more impossible than the last. “Hey,” Miles’s large hand found my bare thigh and squeezed, “no tears.” “These are happy tears, I promise,” I said around a sob that threatened to break free. Tears gathered in my eyes as a laugh escaped my throat. My vision blurred as raw, unfiltered happiness swelled so fiercely in my chest, it was almost painful.

"Yeah. I used your card." Back then, my company was in the middle of a critical funding round. That was considered a significant amount of money. I tried to keep my voice soft. "Next time, can we talk about it first before you make a big purchase?" Rosalind's hand froze halfway while she was fastening the necklace. "Talk about it? What do you mean by that?" When she turned, the necklace caught in her hair. She suddenly went amok and yanked it off, hurling it to the floor. An emerald necklace over 300 thousand dollars shattered just like that.