You Can't Stop The Tears From Falling Down Novels & Stories

I tried to hold on to my tears from falling down my face but as we stared at each other, it made me hard from stopping them from falling any minute now. I slowly shake my head as we continued staring at each other. I want to take off my eyes from him but it seems that my eyes don’t want to, it seems that my eyes were glued onto him. I wish he could see right now the pain in my eyes. That it hurts like hell. “I c-can’t… f-forgive y-you,” then my voice broke as I felt something rolling down my face. Damn these tears! I want them to stop falling but they just can’t. I take off my eyes from staring because I can’t hold them anymore.

Thinking about that day, though, fills my eyes with tears. “Heart wrenching,” I all but whisper the words. It feels like it’s been forced out of me. Out of the deepest parts of my soul. I try to force the sob that threatens to break free, but it’s useless. I tears out of me painfully, leaving me breathless. “How so?” Mia asks, handing me tissue paper. I take it and wipe the tears falling down my face. It does no good because they keep flowing like a damn river. Getting angry at them for how they keep falling, I ball the tissue in frustration before chucking it in the dustbin.

Bella and Ashley were in uncle’s one. I leaned my head towards the window. It was raining that day. The “sky’s tears” were dripping on the window. What is the reason of your tears? I had mine, but I couldn’t cry anymore. It was the worst period: when you can’t cry. You could have expressed your emotions with tears, now you had to bottle them up. It was hard, but what could we do?

“S-Scarlett…” Scarlett smiled, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. Sharlene tried to touch her daughter on the cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” she apologized. Scarlett shook her head and took her mother’s hand in hers. “Please tell your father that I’m sorry… I-I l-love him…” Scarlett's eyes widened, and she shook her head as she sobbed. “Everything will be fine, mom; let’s go home,” she sobbed. Sharlene wiped Scarlett's tears away with a smile.

For the first time in years I didn’t reach for another mask to cover it. Hot, fast and humiliating tears came rushing down my cheeks. They tracked down the good side of my face and dripped onto the mask in my lap. I swiped at them with the back of my hand but more followed. My shoulders shook as a sound clawed its way out of my chest, it was not a growl, and not a snarl, just a low broken keening that rose and fell like something dying. I pressed the heels of my hands to my eye sockets and tried to force the tears back inside where they belonged. They wouldn’t stay.

I dropped down to the floor, trying to clean up my mess. "Damn it," I whimpered. I was losing it. It had been such a long fucking day. Barely keeping it together. On autopilot. So close to snapping. A warbling noise bubbled past my lips, tears welling in my eyes. I couldn't take it anymore. I tried not to cry. So hard, but I couldn't help the first sob slip past my lips. Everyone was staring at me. I could feel it. But damn it, if that didn't make the tears fall faster, humiliating me further.

he said softly, but his voice still carried the usual command, “Stop crying Leanda.” Leanda shook her head, “I..I can’t stop,” she whimpered, “I can’t stop it.” Alarick furrowed, “I am saying this again, wipe your tears now!” His voice hardened. Leanda hung her head, she tried to pull the tears back, but she couldn’t, it kept rolling freely down her eyes, there was no way she could stop her tears. She was in so much pain and the only way to show it was through this tears, as much as she wanted to scream and shout out her pain, she couldn’t.

I choke on my breath before stepping away from him. Zero takes one step forward, filling my spot before lifting his right hand and placing it over my cheek. I flinch slightly. His thumb brushes against my skin, wiping the traitor tears. “ Don’t cry. ” He lets out. “ I— ” I sob. “ I don’t want to cry. But I can’t stop. I—I just can’t stop. Fuck this! ” Clenching my fists by my side, I close my eyes to control my overflowing emotions. I try to think about being strong, being positive, being happy but nothing helps. Tears keep streaming down my cheeks.

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.

“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.