Armin Crying Novels & Stories

But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago. When I heard what happened, I felt sick, wishing that I could have done something more, knowing that I should have stepped in and stopped it. Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said.

My hands trembling as I grasped his. "Let me be Elsa!!" He roared and pushed me away, making me fall on the floor. My heart was so heavy and broken, totally devastated. I wasn't sure I could carry it anymore. Being humiliated in presence of strangers was a little better but facing such humiliation in presence of family and friends nearly made my heart fall out. " Armando, please don't leave" I whimpered as he walked away in the crowd without even turning back to tell me to say it was just a prank.

It was game time. “Armando… how could he… how could he do this to me” tears welled up in he eyes as her whole body was trembling. Her eyes were still glued to the video playing while I smiled and watched her heart break a million times.

Amara said and Minho felt panicked as she started crying. "Hey," he said gently, suddenly not knowing what to do. The last time he saw Amara cry was when she saw Javi almost die in front of her, and he didn't know what to do, then. He still did not know how to handle it. This was abnormal behavior for Amara, who was always confident and sure of herself even in the toughest times. Heck, it was abnormal behavior for an angel to cry. "Sorry...it's just...you're hiding something from me and it's making me act crazy," Amara said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

But when he glanced back at her, the sight before him froze him in place. Amaris was crying. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, her eyes brimming with tears that threatened to spill over at any second. She stood there, sobbing quietly, her small hiccups and trembling frame striking a strange chord within Alaric. Her innocent, almost childlike whimpering was at odds with the proud, defiant demeanor she had shown him before, and it left him utterly taken aback. His eyes widened as he stared at her, completely unprepared for this reaction.

They saw how Arman killed all those jerks while I was hiding in a corner and crying in terror and shock. Arman's men immediately took the body, and it looked like they were used to this kind of situation. When Arman saw me crying, his face softened, and he had no courage to look at me. Then he said, "Take her with you, I don't want to see her." He lowered his head and ran inside the woods without looking back. I gasped softly, and uttered his name. “Arman….”

The ramp hissed shut, locking us in. I crawled to Armano. He was crumpled against the wall, his eyes open but glassy, unfocused. A dark stain was spreading rapidly across his chest, soaking the black tactical vest, pooling on the floor beneath him. "Armano?" I grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. "Look at me!" He blinked, slowly. His lips moved, but only a wet, rattling gasp escaped. "Don't you do this," I snarled, tears blurring my vision. "Don't you dare die on me. Do you hear me? I forbid it!"

While she hugs him back ,twirling around in the room ,making their giggles to echo in the room. I cleaned the tear that just managed to wet my cheek,not even realising that I was crying. While others had tears of happiness,I don't know if mine were from happiness or pain. Amara pulls both Aiden and Arsenio for a hug ,placing her either hands behind their heads. Kissing them again and again. "Oh come on? You get Amara and you forget me? I am hurt boys" Arse and Aiden share a look and then both open their arms from either sides.

The young woman only had a notion that she was in tears when a hand touched her cheek, she raised her face, seeing Geon's hand there. "I'm sorry about that, Absinthe. I have no words of comfort to you, I have no motivational phrase or story, but I'm sorry" Artemisia pulled the air, trying to make the tears stop rolling and even tried to dry her face with her bare hands, but a pair of shadows kept them in place. "You can cry if you want, it would be absurd if I didn't let you regret your own pain."

Tears brimmed in my eyes before I could stop it, and I wanted to reach out to Armani in order to comfort him, but I felt frozen in this spot and I could only watch through foggy eyes as he blinked multiple times in order to stop his own tears from falling. “I’m so sorry, Armani.” I whispered, voice breaking as I spoke. Armani exhaled a long sigh and tried to force a smile. “It’s okay, I promise. Talking about it just gets me emotional sometimes.” He explained and of course I didn’t believe him. It wasn’t okay, it didn’t sound okay in any way. “Perhaps we should stop talking about it?” I suggested after a few moments. Even though I was curious, it didn’t mean I want to see him revisit those b