Arthur Cries Novels & Stories

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

“Don’t ever try to fool me again! The Sarah you know is dead! I’ve buried her in that damn prison! And whoever Sarah is in front of you right now, she’s not someone you know! So stop saying bullshit! Because as you know, I only have a grudge against you, there’s nothing left but the desire to kill you!” Arthur pulled me close to him and immediately kissed my lips, making me silent, my tears flowed out of the corners of my eyes when I felt his lips again. He broke the kiss and wiped my tears with his thumb, cupped my cheeks, and stared at me like the look he often gave me before. “Kill me if it can pay for everything,” Arthur said and stupid me, I lost control of myself. My whole body felt st

Arthur’s voice was urgent, panicked. I lifted my tear-streaked face, my gaze meeting his stricken one as he entered the room. He froze, his eyes darting to Elder William’s unmoving form on the bed. “What... What happened?” His voice cracked, raw with emotion. I struggled to find words, my throat constricted by the weight of grief. “He—he’s gone, Arthur. He’s gone.” Arthur stumbled backward slightly, as though the words physically hit him. He raked his hands through his hair, the tension in his body palpable, before taking hesitant steps forward.

As he stopped his hands from feeling the wall. Arthur walked closer to them and stood beside the princess as he stared directly at the wall where the path should’ve existed. Arthur on the other hand started to giggle immediately dropping the book, leaning forward and backward with his hands on his chest and stomach pressing against his long-sleeved shirt. Tears formed in his eyes as his giggles became laughter that echoed throughout the large library. “You helped him, didn't you!! You helped him!!” He screamed.

On one side was her fiance and the other his uncle, she felt conflicted that she didn't notice the door open and Arthur was already before her. “Look who finally decided to rejoin the living," Arthur murmured, “Thinking about me, little birdie?” he asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. Clara blushed, realizing he saw her completely spaced out, “ stop jumping out on me at every turn,” she said but her voice came out cracked and painful. She pouted at Arthur as her eyes instantly filled up with tears leaving Arthur conflicted. He was at a loss on what to do seeing she was about to cry. “ Okay birdie I was wrong please don't cry,” he pleaded urgently, “ It hurts so much,” she said as the tea

Arthur’s hands moved around my back, soothing me as I cried loudly. “Hey, what’s wrong? You don't have to cry, I’m sorry, Carly.” He kept apologising. “Hold me tight, Arthur. Please.” I whispered in between sobs. I took in his smell, calming my racing heart, my trembling body that is pressed to Arthur, allowing the tears to flow down. I don't know how long I cried, and how long Arthur stood, my weight to his. But when I stopped, my eyes hurt. I stepped backward and I shouldn't have because I lost balance.

Arthur quickly signaled, made a smooth U-turn, and drew up alongside it, his tires crunching softly against the gravel shoulder. A wave of profound relief washed over him. They’re safe. Both of them. He exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and killed the engine. Crissy lowered her window. The moment Arthur saw her face, the relief shattered. Her usually bright and composed features were twisted in raw misery. Tears streamed down her cheeks, smudging what remained of her makeup. Her eyes were red and swollen, her lips trembling. She looked utterly broken. “Crissy… what happened?” Arthur’s voice was thick with alarm as he leaned across the gap between the cars. “Why are you

Arthur said softly, his pale blue eyes staring expectantly into hers as his thumb brushed the lone tear that had fallen onto her cheek. It was like a dam had broken inside of her. She felt so alone, hurt, angry and frustrated at the man who was kneeling in front of her. Unable to rein in her tumultuous emotions, she cried. Huge angry sobs raked her body. Arthur stood and pulled her up into his embrace and waited for her cries to subside, rubbing her back and resting his chin on the crown of her head. His heart clenched, for he is the cause of her tears and misery.

Almara’s Pov I quickly wipe the blood from my lip, but it’s too late. Arthur knows blood has been drawn. I watch as defeat makes his body crumple. He falls to knees and lets out a broken sob. Along with the sound of his shocked tears, my heart shatters. I have never seen Arthur cry and it dawns on me that perhaps this is the first time he’s cried since he was Grace’s age. I go to wrap my arms around him as I would to Grace, but without lifting his head from his hands he tells me to stop.

Arthur was a revolting man, and I found his blood equally revolting. Arthur was supposed to regain some control over his body at this point. However, perhaps I had hit him too hard. Arthur struggled with great difficulty and finally managed to get on all fours. He stayed on his knees and slammed his forehead against the concrete floor over and over again. Loud thuds could be heard. The muscles on Arthur's face twitched. Both his tears and blood dripped from his chin. "Please forgive me, Olivia. I know that I'm wrong now. I beg you. Please forgive me… Please…"