Why Are My Tears Warm Novels & Stories

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.

"Take out all your sadness and cry. I'm always here to hug you." And she spent the next minutes crying out with all of her heart. She wept until she was tired, and no more tears fell from her eyes. "You're done?" She nodded her head while his hands were wiping out tears from her face. He then kissed each of her eyes and said. "Your eyes will be puffy from crying. Should we put something cold on them?" She gave a shake. "Or do you want to drink something? You must be thirsty." And another shake.

At first, I thought maybe it had something to do with fainting earlier. Now I’m not so sure. It feels deeper than sickness somehow. Heavy. Sharp in places I can’t explain properly. I wipe at my face distractedly and freeze when my fingers come away wet. Tears. I stare at them for a second. “What is wrong with me?” Another tear slides down my cheek before I can stop it. Then another. Soon my vision starts blurring completely. I clutch my chest harder instinctively while trying to steady my breathing because suddenly it honestly feels as though I’m grieving someone.

It opened up on my floor and as soon as I was in my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it; breathing hard. I managed to move to the bed, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. My heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of sadness. As tears welled up in my eyes, a deep ache settled in my chest. I could feel the first tear escape, tracing a path down my cheek. It was warm against my skin, a tangible manifestation of the pain within. Soon, more tears followed, forming a steady stream that cascaded down my face. Each tear carried my moment of vulnerability and a release of pent-up emotions.

he whispered, and I felt his chin brush the hairs atop my head. “So are you,” I said, and the joy of it made me laugh, tears springing to my eyes. They weren’t painful, aching tears; not the kind that made your throat sore and your chest hurt, your lungs collapse with the sadness of them. No, these were happy tears – tears of relief, of warmth, of coming home to a home I’d never known I had. He laughed with me, and the undulation of his chest rubbing against my front made me clutch him to me, even tighter than before.

Miss Fatima asked her with a sweet tone. Sarah looked up to them. Her sight is blurry because the tears are the obstacles for her to see clearly. She wipes her eyes using her hand but instead of making it dry, her eyes became wetter. Her hand that she used to dry her eyes is also wet because of sweat. Miss Fatima noticed that Sarah is having a hard time drying her tears. She looks at the towel for she thinks that it can dry her eyes, but unfortunately, it is also wet. The sweats from Sarah's body is too much that it made the towel wet just for a few wipes.

I never ran to my mum for a hug for a long time but their intimacy Blake and his sister shared with their mum made me feel lost. Blake slowly turned to me and sighed at me with puppy eyes. I tried to look okay and forced a painful smile that bit the end of lips. He walked to me and crashed me into a warm hug and I let out my fears with tears again at his chest. When we pulled back, I began to choke heavily with tears. My forehead ached badly and I try to calm myself by taking more air with my mouth. My mouth was damn dry and warm. My temperature ran high and my veins became obvious on my forehead as a result of excess tears.

Leon::"I mean I never understood why do people cry.Do we cry to heal ourselves ? Do we cry simply to shed a tear ? Or is it just because we can ? Or because a certain person is not there ? " Ariadne::"You sound like a poet." Leon::"Well I write sometimes." Ariadne::"I think the point to cry out is for help and warmth and care.It is a sign of our bodies finally breaking down from so much pain that we cannot bear.I think tears are just pain in liquid form." Leon::"Oh ! intense talk.I am done with the calls let's go now."

Still, he resisted the pain and slowly reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes. Her tears were wet, but they weren't cold.

“Eh…strange. Why are my eyes tearing up all of a sudden? My nose hurts and my eyes are all watery. I don't know why I am crying at all. Why's this....Why's this happening to me? Someone, tell me about it." "Even though I don't want to cry, I keep crying. My tears, are overflowing."