Romans & histoires What Is My Tears Ricochet About

“You were never cursed. You were only…unseen.” That sentence shattered something inside me. My breath trembled. My hands shook slightly. And before I could stop myself, a tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it quickly, embarrassed, but Ronin did not look away. He did not mock me. He did not pretend he didn’t notice. Instead, he stepped even closer. “You don’t have to be ashamed of tears,” he said quietly. “Tears do not mean weakness. Tears mean you have endured.” I blinked rapidly, fighting the storm building behind my eyes.

Had there been a trip across time, she would have wanted to change her family history for the better than this. “Pst!” Quan turned her head and saw another pair of girls sitting across from her. They seem annoyed. Quan could say they almost seemed scary, if she didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was white, the result of the donation she got, as a result of Quan's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is blue. This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered.

she pleaded with tears welling up in her eyes. Rico stared at her closely, holding her gaze as he watched her ocean eyes glisten due to the tears filling them. “I am doing you a favour Alessa. I am doing you a favour.”

With that, I end the call and stand at my car, looking at Rico. He watches me before closing his door, the action so final that tears sting my eyes, and I can’t stop them from rolling down my cheeks.

The words come out and a single tear drops from my eye, rolling down my cheek. ##########

The money I had left was less than ten thousand naira after sending most of it to my mom. After cleaning my room and taking a bath, I felt empty. This wasn’t my body anymore, it felt foreign, like something had been stolen and could never be returned. As I stepped out of my room again, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I turned back and threw myself onto the bed, my knees hitting the floor. My body shook with agony. But no amount of tears could bring back who I was before. It was gone, and gone forever.

Abran stands and walks towards me, stopping as he reaches out to place a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Be well” I nod as a lone tear escapes down my face as he walks out the door and out of my life for the last time. I turn and walk towards the bathroom, remembering my towel this time. As soon as I turn on the shower, my tears begin to fall. Masked by the shower I fall to the bottom and weep. I grieve for the life I thought I was going to have, for the girl who spent years trying to make herself something she isn’t. I don’t know how long I have been sitting on the floor of the shower crying, but my tears have finally run dry when I hear a soft knock on the door. “Amelia” I instantly k

“Are you okay?” I nod, though the tears that blur my vision betray me. “I’m fine,” I whisper, though my voice wavers. “You’re not fine,” he counters, his thumb brushing away the blood from my split lip. “You don’t have to be fine right now.” His words are my undoing. The tears I’ve been holding back spill over, and a sob escapes me. Ric pulls me into his arms, holding me close as I cry against his chest. His hand strokes my hair, his other arm wrapped securely around me, grounding me.

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

Rian was shaking her limbs from the pain, but trying to endure wearing her clothes, hiding the traces of love spreading throughout her body, she lowered her head even more, not daring to look at them. The man was still sleeping soundly, Rian bit the corner of her lip softly, she quietly approached him, reached out and pinched his cheek as if she wanted revenge, only regretted after doing so, fortunately he had no reaction. What. . . Anyway, Rian breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at this business card, his identity is not simple, as a character that is not easy to control, you should first act according to reason. She sneaked out of the room, confirmed that this was her own room, again clutc