Aang Crying の小説・ストーリー

I got scared and looked everywhere, where is Angie? - Hello?! Help! Angie! Where are you? I yelled. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. - Get me out of here! I spent more than half an hour crying loudly, calling my sister and kicking to try to free myself from the tightly tied ropes on my wrists, I began to hurt myself from the tireless pulls I gave, but that did not stop me. When the door finally opened a silhouette entered, I couldn't see her face, but she has the clothing of a man.

Alinta was feeling overwhelmed, so Angela stepped in and shifted, sprinting with fierce energy as she sensed her person's raw emotions. "Als, you did so well, and I am proud of you, but you don’t need to appear strong in front of me. Let it out; you can't keep everything bottled up inside." Taking a deep, trembling breath, Alinta began to weep uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Angela felt warm drops of fluid on her back, sobbing uncontrollably she turned around, only to see Antonio crying silently, tears rolling freely down his face…without ceasing. Her eyeballs were too weak to enlarge at the shock of Antonio, swimming in tears. He wasn't drunk or anything but straightforward crying like a child…that would be her first time seeing a man cry that much. “Antonio?” She said weakly and slowly touched his face with her shaking hands.

She started crying, her lips quivering. Angie looked at Austin, who was not feeling too well; his condition was getting worse by the day. "Is he complaining again?" Anita asked Angie, who nodded sadly. Anita broke down in tears again, gradually sitting on the ground and resting her back on the wall. "It's okay, Anita; you don't have to be like this; we have to be strong for Austin." Angie ran her thumb over her eyes to get rid of the tears that were starting to gather there.

He worriedly asked her:" what happened Anaya, why are you crying ?" Anaya told him still crying: "Ahaan is angry with me, even he is not eating anything. He is venting my anger on food ".He looks at her, he is surprised she is crying like this just because he is angry with her for not eating any food, he sighed thinking Alya never care whether he is angry or not, asking about food is the far thing. He looks at her and said: "Anaya stop crying, you will get ill. And about Ahaan, you know him, he will get angry easily but after some time, he will become better ". Anaya wiped her tears and asked: "are you sure ?".Dhruv smile and nod, then he passes the tissue to her . The door opened and Ahaan

Ansel exclaims. "I always cry about it," Angela muttered, and instantly her body shook violently. He was crying uncontrollably. Angela stood up from her sitting position and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His scream seemed to release all the emotions and pain in his heart. "I hate you!" His scream overflowed the tightness in his chest. "I hate you, REGAN DANIAL!" His screams were accompanied by tears. Ansel stood up from his seat and pulled Angela into his arms.

Suddenly, Angela felt warm drops of fluid on her back, sobbing uncontrollably she turned around, only to see Antonio crying silently, tears rolling freely down his face…without ceasing. Her eyeballs were too weak to enlarge at the shock of Antonio, swimming in tears. He wasn't drunk or anything but straightforward crying like a child…that would be her first time seeing a man cry that much. “Antonio?” She said weakly and slowly touched his face with her shaking hands.

Cathy wipes her eye. “To family.” We clink glasses. Angela suddenly appears at my side, climbing halfway into my lap without permission. “Are you crying again, Granny Cathy?” she asks loudly. Cathy laughs through her tears. “Maybe a little.” “Don’t worry,” Angela says seriously. “Daddy cries too.” I choke slightly on my drink. “I do not.” “You did when Mama walked.” Silence, then my father looks at me. My mother smirks faintly, and Elena beams at me.

He was sporting the same brooding look that he did most of the day, his black clothes provided me shade from the sun burning up in the sky. "Why are you here?" I asked, wiping the tear stains from my face, my nose was runny and eyes swollen, cheeks puffy. I was an utter mess. Laurent pulled out a packet of pocket tissues and passes it to me, "Irene was worried." "Oh." "Why are you crying?" He asked. I waa wondering when that question will pop up. There was no way I could avoid it, all I could do was not tell him the real reason behind the water works.