Novel & Cerita What Is My Tears Ricochet About

Haya's pov I bit my tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave my eyes and that's when I can't hold them back. first, one small crystal bead escaped from my right eye, I can feel the warmth sliding down my cheeks and rolling off my chin, then another and another until my eyes flooded with them, coming like a rainfall. My brother walked towards me that's when I burst out into tears because I couldn't take it any more, I sobbed into his chest clutching his jacket and he held me in silence.

I cried out as I fell face-first onto the cold, hard floor, the impact jarring my bones and sending a sharp pain shooting through my knees, elbows, and palms. I grimaced in agony, biting my lip to stifle a whimper, and tried to scramble up quickly before anyone, especially them could poke their heads out and witness my embarrassing state of defeat. As I pushed with my hands to prop myself up, shaking from the fall, I noticed a single drop of tear splashing onto the floor, wetting the tiles right in front of my blurred eyes. "W-Why did I cry?" I whispered to myself in utter disbelief, my voice trembling with confusion and hurt. "Why do I have to shed even one tear for a useless bastard like R

It's evident with how my nipples are erect under his intense gaze. My thighs keep pressing themselves together because the ache between them needs some friction. But If he does this, then there will be no turning back. A tear falls from his eye. Then another, and many more follow. I don't know why he is crying. Rico doesn't tell me anything. Is it about what his brother said? That he thinks he doesn't deserve me? Why does he have to punish himself out of his insecurities? This side of him causes my heart to ache and it dissipates my anger. All he needs to do is to trust me and stop hurting us.

rending screams, he said, ice cold, “No.” “From beginning to end, the only one I’ve ever loved is Noxivira.” With that, he lifted his foot. The ice?crystal necklace and ring he himself had once sent around Aithne shattered with a crack, crumbling to dust.

Together, Selene and I sang while I danced. I glanced at Selene, whose face was filled with tears, but a smile also played at the corner of her lips. I wasn't alone. Selene also felt nostalgic. I wished I could let loose and cry, too. I wish I could openly reminisce about those days without breaking my composure. No, I wasn't as strong. To me, tears were like a debt. Once shed, it could amount to a huge price I would never be able to repay. I couldn't cry.

As if one word from me was enough to completely shatter him. I stepped closer before he could say anything, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks as I shook my head quickly. “No...” I repeated softly, unable to stop the tremble in my voice. “Because I’ve always been yours, Ricochet.” The second the words left my mouth, I saw hope came rushing back into his eyes. The heaviness dragging down his shoulders disappeared. His breathing steadied as he exhaled shakily in relief, like he’d been holding his breath ever since he heard my reason.

Rico's speech captured the essence of his grandmother's spirit, painting a vivid picture of her love and the values she held dear. As he spoke, tears streamed down his face, mingling with his words, a poignant display of grief and love. Seeing him shed tears, teardrops began to fall from my eyes too and all I wanted was to hug him again and make all this pain disappear. After the speech, Rico stepped back, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching for familiar faces. Our gazes met, and he motioned for me to join him. I walked to his side, my heart filled with a mix of empathy and sadness.

Rico quickly grasp her hand as his eyes turned to normal, he stared at her with teary eyes. “It’s me now it’s fine,” he said as Niffa stared deeper into his sad eyes making sure he was not tricking her. She suddenly buried her face in his chest as tears fall from her eyes. Then in just a minute, Rico push her away to the floor, Niffa widened her eyes looking at his eyes that turned red once again.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

Key put the glass back down, as the doctor checked his rash again. “Do you have any childhood trauma? I'm just guessing that you are traumatized, this tear allergy actually wouldn't be too bad if the sufferer didn't have trauma. Patients usually only feel tired if they cry. But it seems that you are short of breath when you cry and even faint often and your rash is also quite severe. I'm just suggesting you make peace with your past. It can reduce the risk if you cry!” Key was silent, he looked at the figure of the doctor. Key sighed and smiled "Okay doc, I'll try!"