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I can't show him the tears that slide down my eyes. ************

I sucked in a harsh breath but the suffocation never left. I could feel myself on the brink of crying. Not here, not now, Tina. I kept telling my myself not to cry but does the heart listen? The answer is a simple no. My heart clenches for the hundredth time and the first tear finally left my right eye but it doesn't stop. Tears after tear wrecks through my body in silence. I fist my palm. Stop. Fucking stop. But it didn't, however a fresh new batch of tears leaked through my eyes, wetting the side of my face.

Shit, I promised myself that I wouldn't fucking cry. Mumbling out in my head as I fought with my inner self, as fast as I could and in order not to let him see my tears, I blinked twice to stop them from flowing down, but in the end and even though I managed to stop the first round of teardrops from happening, countless more came flowing. Countless more that I couldn't stop this time and no matter how I try "Xavier..." Whispering his name out of my lips and with rapid tears flowing down my eyes, that was all I could do.

Tears streamed down my face and my body shook with the force of my tears, and I felt more embarrassed because Luca was right there, watching me break down without any sort of control. I sobbed quietly, trying to stifle the sounds and also trying to stop my tears from pouring down at such a fast pace, but the tears just wouldn’t stop coming after about five minutes had passed, and by then, my tears had decided to finally stop coming. I sniffed deeply and wiped my hand over my eyes, just as a small shiver slid down my body in the next second.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

I wrap my arms around him, my tears staining his shirt. "Can you stop crying? I should be crying, not you." "I don't know how to stop crying. These days when I start, I just don't know how to stop. I can't control it." It is true; my tears these days are like rain in the mouth of August. When it starts, you won't be able to stop it; it only stops in its own time. "it's the baby's fault, its messing up my hormones. wait I forgot to tell you but I know you can see it and my scent definitely gave it out, right?"

Was it supposed to feel like this—like pushing through molasses, like constantly trying not to fall apart? I stopped halfway down the stairs and leaned against the railing, letting the tears fall where no one could see. I wiped them quickly. Then I kept walking.

I am feeling it right now. Thinking. I kept on thinking. I can't handle it anymore. My tears are already falling. I don't know why but I just do. I tried to keep my mouth shut. I don't want to cause any noise. I don't want to but myself really contradicts me, I failed. I cry, and cry, and cry. I cry my heart's out. I burst out all the pain I'm feeling. I don't care about anything anymore, I just want to let go of this pain. I am deeply hurt.

Too… inevitable. “I don’t… I can’t…” My voice was barely a whisper, shaking as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I tried to blink them away, but they only made the world blur. I hated that I was crying. I hated that he made me feel this way. But I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop him.

My throat tightened. I didn’t speak. The tears came anyway, slipping down before I could stop them from smearing my makeup, and I let them fall.