Novel & Cerita A Shoulder To Cry On

And then… tears. Hindi isang patak. Hindi isang singhot. But halos bumuhos. Tuloy-tuloy na parang sandaling matagal nang gustong lumabas pero pilit niyang tinatago. His shoulders shook, his breathing broke, and Dia froze as she watched him cry in front of her, open, raw, walang kahit anong pader.

My throat tightened. I looked away, blinking fast. Pero biglang may tumulo na naman. Damn it. No. Not now. Pero hindi ko na napigilan. The tears just— Burst. I covered my mouth, shoulders shaking—humahagulgol, hindi lang umiiyak. The kind of cry that rips something open inside. Drake froze—like no one had ever cried like this in front of him—then suddenly he moved, fast, kneeling in front of me.

"Sobrang nakakaawa ba ako?" Inangat nya ang mukha ko at pinahid ang luha. "I don't know how to comfort a girl, but my mom says. If you see her crying just let her, and told her that it's okay not to be okay. So, cry all you want. I'm just here by your side, put your head on my shoulder. Makikinig ako kahit super cringe at tungkol pa sa drama ng buhay mo yan. Naging mabuting secretary ka naman sakin, pero kasi gago talaga ako eh. Ganito na ako. Siraulo ako pero pag dating sayo hindi ko talaga kayang maging matigas."

I felt a hand circling in my belly while putting his chin at my shoulder. "I hope I will be your shoulder to cry on too. Sana sa mga susunod na taon ako na yung iiyakan mo pag nasasaktan ka. Ako na yung iiyakan mo pag nahihirapan ka. And I'll work hard to have you again. I will have you again." bulong niya bago niya dinampian ng marahang halik ang buhok ko.

Nanginginig na boses niya sabay hikbi. Fuck! "Ano pang silbi ng buhay ko kung mas madumi pa ako sa isang basaha?" Aniya. Bakas sa mukha niya ang sakit at pagiging miserable. Hindi ko na kinaya at agad na napigtas ang pasensya ko na kanina ko pa pinanghahawakan. Agad ko siyang hinapit at mariin na niyakap. She poured all her pain and tears on my shoulder. Ramdam ko sa hagulgol niya ang sakit at paghihirap.

Syempre kahit ganito ako may kahihiyan rin ako sa katawan. "No, problem beshy, naiintindihan ko naman lahat. Ikaw rin naman ang shoulder to cry on ko noon kaya ngayon ako naman ang gagawa para sayo. Iiyak mo lang 'yan nandito lang ako at handa kang damayan sa abot nang makakaya ko." wika nito kasabay ng pagkayakap niya kaya nadama ko ang pag damay niya sa akin ng oras na 'yon.

Hindi mga positibong salita ang gusto niyang marinig ngayon. Her cries are not helping my troubled heart at all so I hugged her hoping that it would somehow make her feel better. But she cried even more. She cried helplessly in my arms. I let her hug me tight and wet my shoulder with tears. It’s what she needed the most now. She needs to cry. I know she’s been repressing her emotions again for such a long time that she’s being like this again.

I want to get out of this but how can I? I need help. I really need it. But how can I ask for it when everyone else around me also needs it? How can I cry on someone's shoulder when that someone is also crying silently on the corner of the dark room? How can someone save me when in fact, they are also struggling from saving theirselves?

Napaangat s’ya ng tingin sa binata ng hulihin nito ang baba n’ya. “Why are you crying? May masakit ba sa’yo?” Instead of answering his question, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. She gently buried her face into the side of his neck, holding on to him tightly. And there, without a word, she cried quietly on his shoulder. No loud sobs—just silent tears, her body trembling slightly as she let all her emotions pour out.

madiing sabi ko. “Crying is not a sign of weakness. Crying is for strong individuals who are fighting a silent battle inside them. Even if you cry in front of me, still, you are the toughest and strongest woman I know since childhood.” Nakangiting lumapit sa’kin si Benj, nakasuksok ang dalawa niyang kamay sa bulsa ng jeans niya. Pabiro niyang inilapit ang balikat niya sa mukha ko. “I am here, you can lean of my shoulder.”