What Is My Tears Ricochet About Novels & Stories

I sat on top of the car, and I could hear him cussing me out inside. I thought, "Austin, even if I survived the mountains, I would be resting in bed from the shock. I wouldn't have the energy to bring up a divorce." After my death, my body could no longer produce tears. Still, I touched my dry eyes as I yelled into the night. I called Austin a jerk, but only I could hear my own voice. Luna chuckled like she had just won a battle. "Let's drink! Forget about Ruby. I've called Howard and the others to join us. Let's drink until we pass out!"

Tears are just an indication that I'm in pain. "Raven, you don't have to do things like that! It's your whole life that we are talking about. This is not a joke, and—my gosh—you made it for eight years?" Beri wrapped her mouth with her hands, because she really can't believe the struggles I have been through. "Who was that?" Suddenly Neri asked. I quickly looked at the direction of her eyes, and there I saw a sexy and sophisticated lady talking to Zeb's dad.

Tears of humiliation finally spilled over, and she screamed, “Jason rejected my family's marriage alliance for her, Preston. While you were busy obsessing over your fragile ego, you let me call her a floor-sweeper. Pull over. I am getting out of this car.” Panic completely overrode Preston's arrogance, and he shot her a terrified, wide-eyed look. He stammered, his voice cracking, "V-Vivica, please be reasonable. Are you seriously not exhausted from constantly blowing things out of proportion and throwing tantrums? If you walk out now, the Cartwright Group will pull all their investments from the James Group, and I will lose everything. We need to stick together to survive this, Sweetheart.”

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.

I was worried I might be his rebound. By the time the crocuses arrived, splashing yellow and purple across hard, blank ground, we’d moved on to more dangerous territory. He would hit me, twist my nipples, tie my wrists to my ankles and fuck me. Some- times I would cry afterward and so would he but for different reasons. My tears were a glorious release after zoning out in that taut, trapped place of being subjected to pain. His tears were the pain of loss and fear.

“Well. That’s pretty definitive.” I nodded once. Then again. And then I started crying. Rachel blinked. “Wait… are those happy tears or sad tears? I thought you said we were happy.” “I am,” I said quickly, swiping at my face. “These are happy tears. They’re also terrified tears. And overwhelmed tears. And what-if-Stacy-doesn’t-want-this tears.” Rachel turned fully toward me, taking both of my hands. “Listen to me, Beth. Stacy is going to be over the goddamn moon.”

I walk past him and dump my bag by the bed, not even looking at the decor, even though I feel its beauty hugging me. I don’t need Malik or any kind of miracle to tell me what this trip is about. Joel. That manipulative, lying... bastard. This wasn’t prescribed by any doctor. This isn’t about my healing. It’s a setup. Again. I sit at the edge of the bed and start unlacing my sneakers. Rico walks over, slower than usual, his hand brushing his jeans pocket. “He told me this was part of your treatment,” he says, almost careful. “Some mind-body recovery thing. I didn’t want to come if it was gonna mess with your—”

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.