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“I would have burned the world down. I love you, Serafina.” “I love you, too. Fuck.” I panted as I raced toward the edge already, riding him faster and harder. Then I started to cry. Killian panicked at the sight of my tears, wiping them away with gentle thumbs. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” “I’m—” I sniffed. “I’m happy. These are happy tears.” “Huh?”

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

“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.

fat tears rolled down his pinked checks, and it was minutes before it ceased. Dr Qiang stifled a grin. Akarui's laughter was like a blessed rain from all the distress that hovoured in his brain, he didn't know whether Akarui was crying because of pure laughter or the torment he was undergoing. But regardless, it was beautiful to watch.

I sat on top of the car, and I could hear him cussing me out inside. I thought, "Austin, even if I survived the mountains, I would be resting in bed from the shock. I wouldn't have the energy to bring up a divorce." After my death, my body could no longer produce tears. Still, I touched my dry eyes as I yelled into the night. I called Austin a jerk, but only I could hear my own voice. Luna chuckled like she had just won a battle. "Let's drink! Forget about Ruby. I've called Howard and the others to join us. Let's drink until we pass out!"

MIRABELLA I’m so startled I let out a tiny squeak, and immediately the sound leaves my lips, I curse myself for it, because the sound sets off another round of laughter behind me. I squeeze my eyes shut, blinking hard against the tears that burn at the back of them, desperate not to let them spill. I don’t want them to see me crying. I don’t want them to know just how much this has gotten to me.

now no more tears If you want to cry, then cry in pleasure saying that adrian capture his lips with her (flashback end) Adrian's eyes were closed, tears were falling from his eyes, he didn't get to know when he sleeps while crying. On the other hand inanna was lying in her bed and thinking about her life, after thinking almost for an hour she didn't get to know when her eyes get wet while crying she said to herself "I love you so much I can do anything for

My skin blazes. "That's for the black skirt on Monday." CRACK. I yelp – sharp, broken. "That's for the perfume. You know what that fucking perfume does to me." CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Three in a row – alternating cheeks, each one harder than the last, my ass turning crimson, tears spilling down my face, and my pussy dripping onto the hardwood floor in a visible trail. "Count from ten." CRACK. "Ten – fuck –" CRACK. "Eleven –"

Mia’s POV ‘Holy fuck!’ My body slams to the well-polished wooden floor before my senses can catch up. I hug myself like I’m some weird animal curling on itself. The pain that sears through my body, doesn't stop the intense vibrations from rattling me up… It certainly doesn't stop the creampie from leaking down my cunt. “Ahh—” I try not to sob so loudly. Then I blink back tears and sniffle and blink back tears again.

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀 I felt the tears welling up inside me, a dam about to burst. I tried to hold them back, to stem the tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. But it was no use. The floodgates opened, and I was consumed by a torrent of grief. I sobbed uncontrollably, my body shaking with each ragged breath. Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty, as I wailed in anguish. I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow, unable to escape the crushing weight of my emotions.