General Brick by brick, her walls came tumbling down. Found in Lady Oracle, authored by Margaret Atwood.
The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. I press my head against the wall By Kieron James MoncrieffAugust 13, General I never learned to cry with style, silently, the pearl-shaped tears rolling down my cheeks from wide luminous eyes, as on the covers of True Love comics, leaving no smears or streaks.
The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. General The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. Only to melt into the cloth they wore or to fall off their pouting lip.
Salty drops fall from my chin, drenching my shirt. The sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his grief, then overcome by the wave of his emotions he would break down entirely, all his defences washed away in those salty tears.
That's the way it is when people are hard. It takes something out of me I didn't know I had left to give.