I stare at the ground as the first tear is released. My legs become weak and I fall to my knees, hiding my face with my hands. More tears roll down my face. I can taste the warm, saltiness of them. I try to keep my sobs controlled but it hurts my throat too much. They end up releasing themselves from my vocal cords. I start becoming too weak to keep myself sitting up so I fall to my side and curl up in a ball. After a few hours of sobbing, I'm too exhausted to stay awake. As I close my eyes for the night, the last few years join the pool of others on the floor under my head.
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Tears
Short StoryI asked my friend an idea of what to write and he said crying. So this is just a paragraph about someone crying. I guess you can say it's detailed. It isn't my best work but I tried.
