Arti Dont Watch Me Cry Novels & Stories

“You don't trust me.” “I don't,” Hayden fiercely declared. Trust that Aria was trouble-free? Perhaps pigs were ready to fly. Aria immediately burst into loud and piercing tears. Although she claimed to be crying, tears didn’t even pool in her eyes one bit. “Such a bad bro. I miss Andy so much. Andy would never let me be sad. Andy would never let me cry.” The more she bawled loudly, the more she tugged and pulled Hayden's hand.

“You let go of the guilt. Almira’s memory isn’t a chain—your guilt is. Free yourself from that, and her memory will no longer haunt you. It will guide you.” Her words settled heavily in the room, and something inside him broke—something he had clung to for far too long. He lowered his head, and for the first time in years, tears spilled freely. Not the silent, controlled tears he allowed himself at night, but raw, shaking sobs that came from the center of his chest. Dr. Arista let him cry. Only when he quieted did she speak again. “Argan, what is it you want now? Truly want?”

She was clearly surprised to see me there. She hesitated for a moment, but finally answered my greeting. "Hi." She whispered, trying to clean her tears. "No." I rushed out and held her hands. "I might be a hypocrite for saying this, but crying makes you feel better. So just cry as much as you want to. I would patiently watch, until you feel better." It seemed like my words had further provoked more tears to fall from her eyes. She got more serious with her tears, and I was forced to remain there, truly feeling sorry for the unknown woman.

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."

Daniel took out his phone and the showed me a video that made me cry within the first ten seconds of watching it. ©#KCMmuoe

She stood there, astonished at the man she had considered the most unintentional and powerful, witnessing him crying. Arthur tightly pressed the photo against his chest, tears streaming down his face, heavy and full of sorrow, breaking free. Until now, he had never cried, no matter how much pain and suffering he endured. He would never shed a tear. But at this moment, he couldn't contain this pain any longer. His heart felt like someone was squeezing it, more robust... so strong that it made him want to collapse from the agony. How did that little girl survive without him? Did she continue to deliver newspapers? Did she cry because she didn't see him return?

But tonight. The more her mind processed the rejection, the more deeply insulted her system felt. Her nose tingled, her composure broke, and a torrent of heavy, unbidden tears spilled over her eyelashes. This time, her weeping was completely genuine. The raw, terrifying violence behind Arthur’s fury had truly shaken her psychological baseline. Yet, watching her sob and cry only drove Arthur’s internal irritation to an all-time high. "Cease your weeping! Every single hour of the day, your system executes nothing but endless crying! Aside from shedding tears, what alternative capability does your ledger even possess?!"

And he runs into my room and comes back with the laptop. I connected the pen drive and saw that there is only a video file. Nothing else. I open the video. And Seeing the video I become frozen in my place. It's Aradhiya. She is lying on a bed unconsciously. Suddenly a man comes. His face is blurry. Then the scene changes and I saw Aradhiya is crying. Her blouse sleeves are torn and her saree is now were in her body. I can't see it anymore. I closed my eyes. I hear that man's laughter and my daughter's crying.

The bodies that he has drained off their souls, before sending me to go back home. My eyes blurred as my feet ached with each step. I sat down, no longer able to move before curling up as a few tears escaped my eyes as fear crept in my chest. It was a feeling that I didn’t like, and that was something that I knew that Arturo would not appreciate much. He wouldn’t want his mate being weak, and that was exactly what I was being right now. A weak and scared little girl who had nothing to her name.

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.