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And there, my tears flowed freely. @SenaSen

August's POV My tears were flowing like it is a stream. I can't control my emotions anymore. I am heaving and I feel like I want someone to approach and beat it. But I held myself. I'm not in my territory so I can't be like that. "August, I'm sorry." He was uttering those words with so much pain in his eyes. "Please don't cry." I smiled happily at this. Sorry? What can his sorry do? Can it erase my feelings? Can his pestilent sorry replace the pain I feel? I thought I was fine, but I'm not.

I reply quickly still hiding my face as the tears kept flowing. "Okay fine, it’s okay not to share but you really should not be crying. Everyone has problems but instead of crying, focus that energy on trying to be happy. I’m saying it’s wrong to cry though but I personally don’t believe crying helps in any way.” He says and I could tell from the way he spoke that he was also upset about something.

Tears well in my eyes. “I don’t know what to do.” My chest tightens. “I’ve fucked up everything.” “My life…” “My best friend…” “My husband…” “Even my children.” I wipe a tear from my face. “I just… don’t know what to do anymore.”

My heart pangs as my heart aches with tears pouring down my eyes. Will it ever get better?

I still wonder how am I still able to cry, how is my tear duct still intact with my daily excessive crying. I can't believe I loved you. I can't believe I loved you. I can't believe I loved you.

Tears cascade down my cheeks as I witness her overwhelming agony. I gather my strength, knowing that I must be a pillar of support for her. I brush away her tears with a gentle touch. “Love, let it all out. Allow yourself to release the pain. It’s okay to grieve. You’ll feel better.” I reassure her, rubbing her back while she sobs into my arms like a fragile soul.

I need to get away from here and I need to find Thamer and my mom. My tears started to fill the brink of my eyelids. I could feel the burning sensation inside my eyes. I couldn't take it any longer. I wanted to hold back my tears but it's not a help. My tears fall down and I allowed it to stream all over my face. I'm badly crying like a little girl. " Mom! I need you!" I yelled inside the walls of the room. After he left me alone again, I did nothing but to cry.

“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.

"I-I didn't mean for this to happen. I am angry, I am hurt. My soul is bleeding. Tell me what I should do? Tell me what I can do?" I plead with him, tears streaming down my cheeks as I bite my lower trembling lip to hold my sobs that wish to break free.