Aang Crying Novels & Stories

"DAEN IT!" I threw a chair on the wall in anger. It seemed like the last straw for me. Why couldn't she trust me!? Why does she trust Carl over me! H*ck! Right now, it seemed like she could trust any man over me! "Why Angel? Why?!" I'm not the type of guy who cries over small things. Especially not over girls, but, Angel... she had the power to make this gangleader cry for her. Yes. I admit. I'm fri**ing crying over the possibilities of Angel being hurt! Or being killed.

The resident on-again-off-again so-called couple of Silverdale University were unbearable to stomach at the best of times, but today Angel was feeling exceptionally sensitive and so she ducked into the nearest restroom with the intention of giving herself a moment to breathe. What she didn’t intend was to find somebody crying inside. Cringing at how loudly she had entered the restroom, she thought for a moment of turning right back around and heading out again. Maybe whoever was having a full-on snot session inside the farthest stall wouldn’t hear them come in over their own crying. Yet the moment the door clicked shut behind Angel, the

Will it be like that for mom too? Larry’s mother is practically dragged out of the room screaming for him to stay alive. His father is oddly calm and he gives the rest of us kids a short nod before he leaves, as if saying goodbye to us. It is Angela’s turn to bid goodbye to her family next. But none of them come. I walk over to the lounge chair where Angela is sitting with her head down. Her long black hair is untied and messy strands are covering her face. “Angela?” Taking a seat next to her, I pull back loose strands of hair behind her hunched shoulder. She does not look at me, but I notice a dark puddle in the carpet underneath her and realize that she has been crying.

She felt full of beams thinking about it but then draw out her smiles upon remembering her poor angel. "Of course. Our angel is looking over us right now." "Do you think my baby is happy?" She couldn't help herself anymore. The tears she buried deep down inside now rose up and exited through her eyes. She was quelling herself from crying for the past two months because she wanted to show her family that she's fine, she's strong enough to handle the pain.

The hollow click rang out, and both boys flinched so hard it looked like they’d been hit. Scott let out a mocking laugh. “Jesus Christ, listen to you two. You want to be Made someday? Man the fuck up. You’re whining over what? A few good nights? You had your fun, and now you’re crying because it’s over. Get over it.” Angelo’s sobs were uncontrollable, his face pale as he turned toward me, his wide, tear-filled eyes pleading. He shook his head violently, his lips moving silently. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it.”

Angela asked, then burst out laughing. I wiped my face, half-laughing, half-crying now. "Stop laughing,it's not funny".

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

A boy about five or six is lying across a woman's body, crying no Papa over and over. I break the connection with Florence, I don’t even realise I am crying until Arrow cups my face “Angel, what happened? Where did you go?” I blink a bit confused, what does he mean where did I go. I am standing where I was. “Angel you zoned out for a moment” I look at them all “I just saw what I assume was your memories” I say to the woman who is watching me looking confused.

She chirps. “Where are you?” “With Ethan… what’s wrong? Are you okay?” “Everything’s is wrong Angela, everything is so wrong!” I cry into the phone. I don’t realize when the tears begin to fall from my eyes. “Hey, hey, chill out, I’ll be right there in a few minutes okay… just stay where you are” She said. “Okay” The line goes dead and I pack up the P.T kit on the counter before walking out into the bedroom.

"I feel so sorry for your daddy. I still can’t find Baby Robbie nor have I received news about Jens. If he learns that I’ve left two of our children out there, I don’t know how heartbroken he’ll be.” Baby Zetty gave Mommy a gentle hug. "Don't cry, Mommy. You’ve tried your best. Don't blame yourself." Angeline's tears were like a broken tap—it was impossible to stop. In the past few years, there were only two triggers for Angeline’s tears—Jay and her children. Although the people around her knew better than to talk about them in front of her, that did not mean that Angeline was not thinking about them in private. Angeline’s lifetime of tears was almost running out with all the crying for Baby