Why Are My Tears Warm Novels & Stories

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

The resistance, my mind, melted away in the comforting embrace of his warmth, the scent of his skin filling my senses as I closed my eyes, wanting to entrench the memory in my head. Just for a moment. Overwhelmed with emotion, a tear escaped, hot and salty, as I melted into the warmth and comfort of his arms. His lips, soft as a feather, brushed the crown of my head, a tender touch that brought quiet tears to my eyes. My legs buckled, and I choked back a sob, the salty tang of tears stinging my eyes. I felt his hands tighten around me, holding me in place. I closed my eyes, a warm tear escaping as I savored this moment, furtively wiping it away. Then I took a moment to steady my nerves, the

By the time they reached the rooftop, they had become very faint, like the meowing of a kitten in the distance. Jenny’s eyes grew warm. Tears welled up from her tear glands, gathering at the lower edge of her eyes. Under the orange light of the streetlights, they sparkled with moisture. Her nasal passages stung, and her nasal turbinates swelled from the irritation of the tears. As air passed through her nose, it made a “hiss” sound. She didn’t wipe her tears. The tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, slid down her cheeks, past her lips and chin, and dropped onto the concrete surface of the low wall. They left small, dark dots on the gray concrete.

I slid down right there, back pressed to the door, and crumbled. Tears came before I could stop them. Hot. Messy. My chest heaved as sobs ripped through me, one after the other, uncontrollable. My hands came up to cover my face but it didn’t help. My nose was running. My cheeks were on fire. I was trembling. I felt sick. Not just from crying—but like I was actually burning up. My skin was too hot, like something was wrong inside me and my body couldn’t take it. Then—

she spits, tears burning her eyes. I inhale. My body wobbles and the invisible thread holding me in place breaks. My eyes hurt. Tears well up and a single tear drops and rolls down my cheek.

My lips trembled and, though I fought against it, more tears streamed down my face. He went to his knees and slit the tape then pressed a cool wet cloth into my hand. "Put it on your cheek." He stood and walked a few feet away, but came back quickly with another cloth, which he used to wipe the rest of my face. His gentleness opened the floodgates and I couldn't stop the steady flow of tears pouring out of my eyes. I tried concentrating on the pain from my cheek to help control my emotions, but it wasn't working. His blue eyes filled with something I couldn't describe.

The eyes were red and swollen, the nose was red, and there were tears on her face. She bowed her head and washed her face with water over and over again. The cold water irritated the skin and re-stimulated her lacrimal glands. No matter how she washed, she would still shed tears. When an old woman saw her like this, she subconsciously asked, "Are you all right, little girl?" Ashley pulled out a tissue, looked down, and said, "The water is too cold." She seemed to have found a reason for the outbreak, and tears fell uncontrollably, "Why is the water so cold... "

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

The emotion made my eyes blur a little, and I tried to suppress the tears driven by such emotions, but I couldn't stop anyway. Suddenly I felt Lucius caress my cheek with his warm hand, then let his cheek press against mine, his lips opened against my ear. "Livia, I can feel a lot of your emotions, don't suppress them, tears are actually a way for the brain to relax." His gentle voice once again melted the last line of defense in my head, and my emotions spilled out uncontrollably like a river gushing out from a collapsing dam. I clung to Lucius’ broad arm, I wept without a care in the world, I was in pain without suppression, the tears inside my eyes were like a balloon, the balloon suddenl

Something I longed for and hadn't realized. After a drop of water fell on my right hand causing me to look up. Moving my eyes up from the sink to the mirror I took in my appearance. Still dressed in Nick's clothes I looked warm. I felt warm and sad, but warm. I hadn't realized I was crying until I saw a tear streak and another tear falling beside it. Why am I crying? Is it bad that I don't know the reason for my own tears? I'm a therapist, I should know, right?