눈물샘자극 Novels & Stories

'You are a joke right now. “Gee, thanks,” I muttered bitterly, wiping my nose on my sleeve, smearing dirt and tears across my face. 'Come on, Lyra. You cried. In a broom closet. This is new. Even for you.' I groaned softly. “I didn’t cry. I… just leaked. From the eyes.” 'Uh-huh,' she drawled dryly. I sniffled and wiped my face again, this time smearing a streak of grime across my cheek. My eyes were probably red and puffy by now. My lips felt dry and cracked.

Without questioning, she took the glass, and he spoke again. "It’s milk. Try opening your eyes, and use the milk to rinse your eyes." Amara understood immediately and forced her eyes open. "Pour the milk gently into your eyes to rinse out the sting," he added. "Won’t this make me go blind?" she asked, a little nervous as she slowly poured the milk onto her eyes as instructed. "Milk won’t make you blind. It’s effective for getting rid of the spiciness. And if you keep whining, you might just go blind,"

Yet, it was gradually bathed with some reflected sunlight that my eyes decided to forsake its impairing array. *achoo* I hurled a deep sneeze, causing my chest to twinge. My face and my entire body are burning up, and I could notice my eyes getting glassy. It is so unpleasant; how I am helpless when it comes to this, and how I am being cared for by some demons.

It burns like hell but also has the feeling of small glass particles being pulled through it. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I scream! I haven’t fallen asleep, or hell even wore them longer that six hours since I got them. I get it out and my eye starts to water to as if the contact itself prevented it from the whole time. I get the drops dropping five drops slowly into my eye, trying not to blink after each drop. Finally, I feel their soothing power take effect.

>>Ramessa I sniffled and grabbed another tissue from the tissue box and blew my nose in it. Then I raised my head to look at the sun that was going to set soon while I sat on the lounge chair at the beach. I had been crying for quite some while but my tears just wouldn’t stop coming out. I took out another tissue from the box and wiped my tears again. “Ow,” I sniffled again as I bore the pain. The constant use of tissues to wipe the wet area around my skin was now starting to sting.

I gritted my teeth to distract me from the tears and blinked a few times rapidly to try to churn them away. My crying got heavier to where my chest started heaving. I got mad at myself for crying. It made me feel dramatic. Out of control. Tears fell onto the paper and blurred the ink. Fuck. I tried to blow on the wet spot to dry it, but more tears dripped from my eyes and fell onto the page and made it worse.

With all my might, I tried to open my eyes and adjust my vision to the surrounding light. Vaguely in a state of vision that was still not completely clear, I saw he was already conscious and was stroking my face. My heart jumped with joy. “Finally, you’ve come to your senses. Are you feeling better?” I opened my eyes wide and looked at him carefully. However, I suddenly felt sad, like being sliced by a knife. I covered my face with my palms, trying to hide the tears that were running down my face. I have tried to hold back the tears, but the tears keep flowing down my face like a waterfall and make my eyes swollen. The longer I hold it, the more tears will come out.

He repelled immediately and sniffled some more, wiping away the tears that were drying on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Lucas!” Noah cried out again. I could feel my own eyes watering, but this was not my scene to be dramatic and pull all the attention to myself. I needed to be strong. I had to. I batted my eyelids quickly, getting rid of the tears that were filling up.

Amoli's Pov. :- Tears of pain , soreness , disgust , hate , anger are running down from my eyes . My eyes are heavy due to not getting rest and because of this cry cry and cry my eyes are hurting. They are pleading to me to close them as they are dying for rest .. but I am helpless .. what an irony .. it's my body .. my own and I don't have any right on it ... My husband has more rights over it ? ... I'm lying on my bed all naked with the monster who is still not ready to leave me .

Key put the glass back down, as the doctor checked his rash again. “Do you have any childhood trauma? I'm just guessing that you are traumatized, this tear allergy actually wouldn't be too bad if the sufferer didn't have trauma. Patients usually only feel tired if they cry. But it seems that you are short of breath when you cry and even faint often and your rash is also quite severe. I'm just suggesting you make peace with your past. It can reduce the risk if you cry!” Key was silent, he looked at the figure of the doctor. Key sighed and smiled "Okay doc, I'll try!"