Novel & Cerita Aizawa Crying

“I did a lot of disgusting things for a chance to see him again when he got taken, but you don’t care because you’re like me — selfish and liars. I’m so glad Mi-chan didn’t turn up like us because I’d be more disappointed than I already am.” That was painful to hear. Lucas snatched dad’s wrist and dragged him away. They walked past us. I wanted to talk, but Azrael held my wrist firm and shook his head. Kioko fell back against a chair and lowered her head. She pulled out her hair pin, letting her beautiful black hair to fall. She ran her fingers through her hair, eyes red, but no tears fell. Her pheromones weakened, and Azrael dropped to his knees. They spoke in Japanese quickly, with a compa

he raised his head, his gaze unwavering, “I’m not sorry for whatever I said.” When a fresh tear rolled down her cheek, he quickly wiped it away with a frown. Ziniya knew he didn’t like seeing her cry; however, he kept quiet. “I need to go,” she whispered, lowering her gaze. She couldn’t muster the courage to look into his eyes, which swirled with deep emotions. The moment Ayaaz moved aside to let her pass, she sprinted away without a backward glance. A faint smile touched his lips as he watched her disappearing figure.

I still could not recall falling but only remembered a crash on the floor with my knees going down and a loud sob got stuck in my throat like it had been languishing in the recesses of a centuries-old cage. “Oh my gods…” I breathed. “You’re really here.” I crawled across to her, caught the hand she left hanging over the sheets, pressed it to my face and sobbed shamelessly. Without dignity. Without restraint. Azaria smiled faintly, her voice raspy but unmistakably hers. “Why are you all crying like I died?” Laughter broke through the tears. I laughed… cackled, even and sobbed harder all at once. “You did, you absolute idiot,” I choked. “You left us! You… you were gone!”

All I can hear is the sorrow and anger in Izzy’s cry. “NOOO!”