Why Are My Tears Warm Novels & Stories

"Sister, what happened to make you cry like this? Tell me. No matter what it is, I can help you solve it." He dried her tears with his hands and when his fingers touched her tears, he could feel his fingertips burning. "Her tears are so warm to the touch, they're scorching hot."

I use hot tears as a negative indicator that it is raining since the droplets are quite chilly. Perhaps it's simply passion, a craving for Lesley's company. When I heard it from Remon, I continuously clutched my stomach and sucked my breath away. Everything that was on my mind, everything that was clinging to what I was feeling and dreaming of, all of it fell at the same time and lost its supporting structure and support. I couldn't stop crying because I was having so much chest agony. It's all right. Then I turned around and covered my mouth to keep the tears from streaming down my face at his expense.

' My tears made my vision blurred and I quickly excused myself. I made do with a quiet room away from the hall and I bursted into tears almost immediately. I cried so much I felt my temperature rise, I wanted to stop but the tears wouldn't stop no matter how hard I tried. Suddenly I felt a headache, like my head was about to burst. I could see flashes of lights and images of people, a woman on her knees balling her eyes out at a man walking away from her without looking back.

I looked at the time on my phone and sighed, it was still eight. I got on the bed and groaned before looking up at the ceiling and sighing. I turned on the bed and sighed. Frustration had hit its highest when warm tears started streaming down my face. I sniffled silently and wiped my nose. I threw away the pillow when I noticed that my tears had made it wet, it landed somewhere on the floor. The downside of crying is that you never cry over the current situation, as you cry other emotions from past situations would swarm up your mind and only cause you to cry more. That choking feeling in your throat that makes you sob more and tears fall more was what was happening to me.

"You're actually here." A Different Kind of Tear The tears started then. They weren't the hot, stinging tears of the last few days. They weren't the tears of a woman who had been rejected by her husband or insulted by his mother. These were different. They were cool and light, washing away the layers of soot and ice that had settled over my heart. I started to cry, but I was smiling. It was a messy, beautiful contradiction.

Tears sting my eyes, hot as they stream down my cheeks while I push toward the exit. I need air. Space. Anything but this.

Tears traced a path down my face, morphing into full-fledged sobs. The thought of taking a cold bath crossed my mind. Maybe a cold bath might ease my pain. So I rushed to the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom turning on the water, eagerly waiting for the tub to fill up. Once it was filled, I climbed into it. As the cold water surrounded me, a brief relief from the burning inside me, I released a sight of relief and wiped the tears away from my face. Dipping my head, the steady thump of my heartbeat calmed. But shattered when I lifted my head to scalding hot water. Tears mixed with the heat, streaming down flushed cheeks.

Tears stream down her beautiful face and I feel a pang in my chest. "Don't let her cry. Please. Her tears are tearing me apart" Maximus begs with his head down. Pulling her into our arms I rub them gently down her back. Heat rises all over our body where we are touched. The sensation this time is calming instead of sexual. The tension in our body slowly relaxes as out mate leans into us and her tears stop. "Maximus does not like it when you cry. I agree that it is something that we never want to see you do" I tell her. She chuckles over me and shuffles a bit getting more comfortable.

My arms and chest were the most difficult thanks to all of the tattoos I've gotten over the years. As I carefully searched my chest, parting my hair to get a good look like one would do to a dog when looking for ticks, I noticed that the dragon on my chest seemed to look like it had large white-green tears coming from it's eyes, almost as if it had been crying and the tears dried on my skin. There were only three of them, but they were there all the same.

I turned the knob from cold to hot water, and the warm liquid streamed over me as if cleansing my soul from the day's burdens. The water felt like a gentle caress on my skin, a tender embrace offering comfort. With each droplet, it was as if my tension melted away, unraveling the knots in my nerves. Even though I believed I had no tears left, they found their way out, mingling with the water. The pain of everything pressed on me, pushing me further into the abyss of my emotions.