Romans & histoires What Is My Tears Ricochet About

I assured him but my voice wasn’t getting on his ears or I could say that he doesn’t want to listen to my voices anymore. And suddenly after a long rage on his eyes I could see the tears rolling down his eyes. The tear which the world rarely saw and knew about. The tears which was more expensive than any other jewels in the whole world. Those tears are priceless. “You’re tearing?” I asked as I lifted my hands to his face to reach his face to wipe off his tears but he turned his face away from me.

I keep on toying women everywhere and anytime I like. I didn't notice that I am already crying, NO I did not cry it's just a tear that fell from my eye. I wipe it off and lay down. "How would you come back to me when you already have arms embracing you? when your living the life you dreamed of?" I fell asleep after all that thinking and was woked up by a fucking call. "Hello?" I answered the call with my eyes closed. 'You okay?' It's Rico's voice 'wanna grab a drink? I also need one' he laughed for a minute 'Same place, I'll wait for you' then he ended the call. I stood up needing that drink, washed my face up then went out of my room

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

She was utterly terrified by Tobey's menacing demeanor. Tobey studied her tear-streaked face. A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You really do look beautiful when you cry." His kiss landed on the corner of her mouth, and Chelsea let out a muffled whimper as the metallic taste of blood filled her senses. The pain from his bite made her eyes well up even more. Tears were streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "I love watching you cry," Tobey said darkly. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he yanked her head back. Her eyes were red, and tears kept streaming down her face. But her entire face was wet, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Vega screamed even louder, only to wake up from a nightmare. She breathed heavily, and her heart raced badly. It was just a dream, she thought, but the dream seemed so real. Suddenly, she felt something on her eyes, and when she placed her hands on it, she was shocked to find out it was tears. Did she cry for real? "oh no." This wasn't to be taken lightly, this was her first time dreaming about something so dreadful that she cried into reality. "Jackie?" She mind linked her wolf immediately. Her wolf responded just as quickly.

I stood silently crying in front of the single stall restroom, the door was locked and there were no windows. For the past hour I had been trying to convince myself that Adam really didn’t mean what he’d said in a bad way, I mean maybe I was being too loud and obnoxious. He most likely meant to save me from further humiliation on my birthday. With a sad smile I gazed on at my hunched over reflection, my teary eyes barely able to make out the black streaks running down my face but not blurry enough to cover up how red my cheeks were.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

I needed to cry, to really cry, and get the gift of her just being there for me as I did is a precious treasure. Rebecca rests her palm on my back and rubs it slowly for comfort. I try to control my tears but couldn’t, It feels like my emotions are constantly at war with each other, and I'm stuck in the middle, trying to keep the peace. It's like I'm fighting a never-ending battle against myself, and I don't know how to make it stop, I don’t know how to stop the tears. Sometimes when I think about it, I wish I never agreed to marry Richie in the first place. Maybe, just maybe if I didn't think of revenge I might not fall into this deep shit everyone calls love.

“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.”