Novel & Cerita What Is My Tears Ricochet About

I only use the ones at the main temple to heal but now, I have almost exhausted all of those. Closing my eyes, I removed my gloves and tapped a tiny part of the fountain. It responded with a vibration and a loud hum, the light travelled from the tiny piece to the entire fountain of tears and soon, it began flowing like a real fountain. The sweet melodic sound coming from it soothes my mind and all tensions disappear. Scooping a clearer part of it, I weaved it, my hands as I offered a little prayer to Natalí. Erxi entered with the large earthenware and I poured the tears inside. The tears hardened and turned to the former full green color immediately after it entered the pot. With a soft hum

"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.

He felt that somehow his relatives disappearance had to do with him; the blood on his shirt kept dripping on the floor, disturbing the silent dust. He fell to the floor, his body racked with sobs. The room echoed with his anguish, the sound reverberating off the walls. Each tear that fell from his eyes carried the weight of his grief, a testament to the love he held for his nephew and his sister. He longed for them.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

" He asks looking at me "I think I've finally lost Aqua, out of my selfishness," I said as a tear finally dropped from my eyes and Ricco's eyes widened.

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

His clothes were ripped, blood crusted along his side, scratches all over his chest. He took a step toward me. "Stop," I said, holding out my hand without thinking. "Just don’t. Stay back." He froze. And for the first time since I met his eyes, Kieran actually looked... hurt. Not physically. Not from the fight or whatever that had been. But in his eyes. It was like he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but I could see it—the way his jaw tensed, the flicker of something vulnerable in his face before he looked away.

*tears* " NO.....!!! " . . . . . . . .

Like he’d been waiting for this moment longer than I had. My finger curled around the trigger. And nothing happened. I stood there with my arm steady, the barrel steady and felt something crack open inside my chest. A single tear slipped free. Hot. Fast tears. It traced a line down my cheek before I could stop it. I hadn’t cried for years. Since I was twenty two. Since the beams groaned and fell and I thought I was dying alone while he walked away with everything. Another tear followed. Then another. My vision blurred.