Wipe Tears With Money Gif Novels & Stories

he whispers, gently rubbing my back. I shake my head. “Laurel, there is a sacredness in tears, they are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than a thousand prayer recitals. Your tears, they are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” He pulls back and brushes away the wet strands of hair that are now plastered on my face. “You can cry.” And I do. The dam that had held my tears, grief, bitterness and anger in check finally burst and I let out an ear-piercing scream; a scream that curses at the Moon Goddess for taking away the man I love, for being so relentlessly cruel and unfair.

The words come out and a single tear drops from my eye, rolling down my cheek. ##########

Tears appear at the base of my eyes, I don’t want her to be mad at me. “I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me. if you want I’ll pay you for the dress I ruined, Just tell me the price. Even though I can’t pay you all the money at a time, I’ll pay in installments. You can cut it from my salary. I’m sorry please” I start to cry again. I don’t know how many times I have cried Infront of Riya today. What will she think of me, why am I like this? Shame on me. I curse at myself for my stupidity.

I reached out and brushed my hand across her cheek, wiping away the tear clinging there. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice high with panic. She blinked at me, a little stunned. “I’m not crying anymore, I swear,” she added with a sniffle trying to sound brave. I tightened my grip on her shoulder. “Tears of grief!” I shouted. The moment I named it, the tear shimmered with power. The pain she had felt, the heartbreak, the fear of losing me it transformed into a luminous barrier of water between us and the dark flames.

he said, sounding annoyed "You know I detest crying." Suddenly he took out a black card from his pocket and placed it in her hands, halting her crocodile tears and dramatic sniffles. “Take it, clean up and buy yourself something nice. I'll deal with this.” He said. Her cries instantly lowered. She looked at him with those fake teary eyes.

I could’ve saved it for someone decent, or surprised a real future partner with it. Now who’s going to value this priceless gift I just threw away? I cried even more. I snatched the card and ripped it to shreds. I tore hell out of it . Two disasters in one day for a 21-year-old small girl like me. I almost tore up the money too, but stopped myself. Those bills would be useful once I got my head straight. Blood started trickling out slowly. Seeing it made me scream-cry. The people downstairs and probably those in the next room might hear my crying voice.

* I stared at the number on the screen It was real More money than I’d ever seen in these past years More than enough to give Liam everything he needed. More than enough to start over properly It was freedom, spelled out in digits Liam came up beside me, tugging on my sleeve with his small fingers “Mom? Are you crying?” I touched my cheek, surprised to find it wet I was But not from sadness Not from regret From relief, from release From the knowledge that we’d survived and we were going to be okay “No, sweetheart,” I whispered, kneeling down to pull him into my arms. I held him tight, breathing in the scent of his hair “These are happy tears”

I teased her, my voice cracking at the end as my eyes filled up with tears. Scoffing she rolled her eyes but her face morphed into a concerned countenance when she saw my teary eyes. "Oh, now I've gone and infected you with my crying syndrome." "Hey," I laughed, as the makeup artist expertly dapped my under eyes with a cotton bud. "This foundation costs a thousand dollars and I'm not gonna let it smudge. Not until I say my vows at least." We both shared an amused glance before bursting into a peal of laughter.