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    Teardrops

    I can’t stop the tears falling down my cheeks. This sense of helplessness is unbearable; I just can’t keep them from falling. I look down at my hands: they’re trembling. My eyes stinging from crying too much. I can barely see through them.This is just too much. It feels like years… I want it to stop but I know this is going to take some time before everything will be over.  Alas! This is excruciating. I didn’t know! O, I really didn’t know this was going to end like this.I sniff, for my nose is running now. I dry it with the back of my hand and I bend down, on the counter, resting my forehead on the forearms. I try to make the tears stop, but they don’t seem to want to interrupt their flow.

    I take a deep breath and I try to recompose myself; it doesn’t work. The tears start again and I’m craving the moment in which I will finally be able to stop.

    O, how I wish this could end soon! I know, however, the road is so long and paved with sorrows, and I can’t stop thinking that I deserve this. I know bad actions are like boomerangs… they come back, no matter what, and they hit you right in the face. O, how it hurts!

    I shake my head, as I think this wasn’t supposed to be this way. I tried to keep myself from crying but I’m just helpless.

    And the tears keep falling… like rivers, ancient dusky rivers.

    “Bette?” I hear the angelic voice calling my name.

    I take another deep breath, as I close my eyes, trying to stop the rivers, and I turn around. I look into those beautiful hazel eyes; there’s compassion in them. Sympathy… but it’s a mocking sympathy. O, how beautiful she is! My love… yet, she’s the cause of these tears…

    “How many onions left?” she asks.

    I turn back to the counter and I see I’ve only cut one and I whine… “Five!”

    I look at her as she tries to stop the smirk forming on her lips, “Well! I told you I was going to make you pay”, she says, raising a brow.

     

    This is the price I have to pay for waking her up with a tickle attack… at six in the morning.

    Comments

    1. Hey dear.
      good to see you back here :-) in such a wonderful story.
      It was sweet and funny, I really liked it. but I always like what you write: P
      you tell, that there will be a continuation of the “Power of Goodbye”?

      • I’m so honoured to read a comment from you, Seahurst! Really, you just made my day! Thank you.
        And my thanks also to everyone who left a comment, of course. You really keep me writing. I’m glad you liked this little one.

    2. Onions!…hilarious! :-D…short and sweet…great writing BOP…and here I was expecting another tear jerker well kinda but this time it was the stinky kind..tell ya you keep us on our toes til the very end. Nice work thx…next!

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