And the tear drops fall.

The tear drop falls like a shard of glass from the shattered, fragile heart.

It falls elegantly then pierces the cheek with its blunt edge.

It breaks perfect formation and spreads like an army, dampens the skin and marks its territory.

It takes command of your face. 

Forcing you not to smile, not to laugh.

You obey, solemnly. 

Then the next tear drop falls.

This one falls harder than the first.

It hurts equally.

The first one has made its way down the face leaving a transparent glossy film.

The second one will follow, leaving two symmetrical streaks down either side of a broken face.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.