Why Are My Tears Warm Novels & Stories

The smell was heavy, and it made it difficult to breathe properly. My eyes burned from crying so much. At first, the tears had come non-stop, hot and heavy, soaking my face and shirt until I could barely see anything clearly. I had cried for hours, my chest rising and falling painfully, my throat sore from all the sounds that kept coming out of me.

" I said as I packed our stuffs making Bell confused. "Theo. Talk to me what's wrong? What's happening?" She asked as she stood watching me move from the cabinets to our suitcase. I didn't answer so she stood in front of me and made me look into her eyes. "Teddy tell me what's wrong?" She asked gently and before I knew it something came out of my eyes. The tears kept on flowing and I touched them and looked at Bell. "What are these? Why is it so good yet so painful?" "Oh baby. Those are called tears and they come out when we are in so much pain that we can't endure it anymore." She said making me hug her.

I wouldn't be comfortable as long as I knew he was awake next to me. I waited a little longer. I turned to look at him, then hugged myself more tightly. I don't know if it was because the air conditioning in his room was too strong, or if I was just really cold. My body feels cold, my heart as well. I'm so cold that it feels like I can't stand to be here anymore. I want to go somewhere warm. I'm cold. I bit my lower lip when I felt my vision blurring. I touched my cheek and was stunned when I realized I was already crying. My heart feels heavy too. Why am I crying? Is it because I feel cold?

What a way to meet your biological parents. "What if I can't do it?" I ask and sniff. My emotions come into everything right now. Animal advert on the TV? Tears are streaming down my face. Something looks cute but is actually a food...tears. Nikolai getting stabbed? Obviously, there are tears. Even the tissue advert had me in tears yesterday. I believe I need some of them. They state that they are good for spillages, and I can't seem to keep my tears at bay these days.

Why do I now feel this big clot in my throat that is blocking the air in my system? I close my eyes, and I feel his soft touch on my cheeks, cupping them, and drying the tears away. How ironic! It's the third day I am spending with him, and the second time I am breaking down in front of him like this. The second time he is drying the tears away from my eyes. His touch is gentle and soothing, with his thumbs leaving sweet jolting trails as they caress away the tears. I want to listen to this sensation, and get lost in it for a while, but I can't do that, and I also don't want to be far away from it.

Leonard pointed calmly at the tears on Damian’s face. “Bacteria can be found in tears. On the surface of a healthy eye,” he said coolly. “Yes, tears contain antimicrobial agents—but those protections don’t last.” Damian stared at him, stunned and confused. “They last about ten minutes,” Leonard went on, his voice dripping with irritation. “What happens if one of your tears falls on her skin and you don’t notice? That microbiome becomes a threat. One that could kill her.” Damian’s anger faltered, replaced by shock and doubt.

I always asked myself. Another shaky breath was released, and Zaramanni began to nod her head slowly. As hot tears rolled down her cheeks, she bit at the insides of her lips nervously. "Why should I… " Her incoming words suffered a hitch. They found no way to be uttered and Zaramanni's knees felt weak as well. The next second, while Zara tried to drag her mind out of the past, a warm touch rested against her cheeks. The tears that messed up her face were wiped and she felt more warmth approach her.

My hands moved with urgency, ripping off my clothes as if they were suffocating me. I needed to feel the water, needed something to ground me before I fell apart completely. I turned on the shower, the lukewarm water cascading down my body like a lifeline. The relief was immediate, but it wasn’t enough to stop the tears. They slid down my cheeks, mingling with the water as I sobbed quietly under the stream. Each tear felt like it carried the weight of the past days, the misery that had been building up inside me, threatening to overflow.

I inhaled and held it for a moment, then let it out again, but the feeling didn’t ease. It stayed. My eyes burned faintly, the discomfort building just enough to notice. I blinked once, then again, and the first tear slipped free before I realized it had formed. I watched it as it moved down. There was no sudden shift after that. No release that followed it. Another tear came, and then another, each one quiet, steady, unhurried. I didn’t move to stop them. I just stood there and let it happen. The ache behind my eyes deepened slightly, but it didn’t turn into anything sharper. It remained contained, like everything else had been.

Tears streamed from my eyes, hot and unrelenting. Roman pulled me close to her body and hugged me tight. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here. I won't hurt you," she spoke soothingly into my ear. I melted in her her arms and let my tears run their course. I'd never let myself cry the way I did in her arms. It was messy and covered in snot, trying to make myself stop but I couldn't. Years of pent up rage and grief overwhelmed me and all my tears could've filled a bath tub.