눈물샘자극 Novels & Stories

I ran the wipe over my nose, when I heard the door opening. ‘Busy,’ I said hoping they would just go away. I heard the door close and I figured they were gone. I wiped the sparkles of my eyelids. It was some sort of waterproof glue they used to keep the glitter and the sparkle in place. I get it, it would be horrible if we were dancing and a drop of sweat and glitter would come into our eyes, yet it was almost impossible to clean off. I opened my eyes to check up on my progress and screamed.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I almost got hit. My face was white, some red and black. In addition, you could see my skin in my eyes, which shimmered through the make-up. No wonder I used to rub my eyes quite often after crying. I quickly grabbed a make-up remover wipe and used it to gently remove the make-up.

ALTHEA My eyelids feel like stone. Heavy. Aching. Every time I try to lift them, they drop back down. But then, finally, I manage. Light floods in, too bright and too white. I wince, blinking fast, my dry eyes adjusting slowly to the glow. Everything is clean. Too clean. Pristine white walls. Pale curtains fluttering slightly from the breeze coming through a half-open window. The sharp smell of disinfectant tickles my nose.

Lia told me I needed to do something therapeutic to calm down and suggested a walk to the park. So I reluctantly got out of bed. I went to the bathroom and washed my face with cool water, nearly wincing at how tender it felt. The Whites of my eyes and the rim of them were so red, that it was obvious how much I had been crying.

The morning light was exceptionally bright, as if it was a huge golden crack that split the sky, tearing through the gray sky bit by bit, illuminating the land. Victoria opened her eyes. A ray of sunlight had just pierced into her eyes, causing her to quickly close her eyes, and for the past few days, she had been crying too much, causing her eyes to be dry and sensitive. At this time, a large palm covered her eyelashes in an extremely considerate manner, preventing the sunlight from shining into her eyes again.

My eyes burned, and I blinked rapidly, refusing to cry. No, but the tears came rushing down my eyes

I ask in my smallest voice. “oh, thank you for reminding me,” Misty said quickly, pulling something from her bag. “Put your head back and try not to blink.” I did as ordered, completely unable fight their auras. They turned out to be eyedrops and I did my best to hold my eyes open as she used them.

But I was numb too. I didn't even realize that salty liquid had started leaking from my eyes until I felt it drip from my nose. I gentle used my hands to clean it off. Then,more came and another. Quiet whimpers left my mouth, as well as hot breathing from my nostrils as I tried so hard to suppress myself from screaming. I didn't want to wake james. I didn't want to cause another scene of having pitiful eyes padding me. I didn't want anymore encouraging talks because no chance have that changed anything and no chance will it ever.

Between coughs, he gasped out the words, "Come have a look at my eyes! I can't see!" Zara paused, then approached him with uncertainty. Yosef had tried to wash out his eyes with bottled water, and his shirt collar was damp. Yet, the whites of his eyes were still a scary shade of red. Zara did not feel guilty, though. The self-defense spray she used was not toxic. Usually, a good rinse and a half-hour wait would do the trick. "Try washing out your eyes again with this," Zara suggested, offering him a water bottle.

But this time, I couldn't even reach out to clean my eyes when thick stinging tears ran down my eyes and blurred my vision. TBC