Arti Dont Watch Me Cry Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“You’ll finally be together with my father soon … and I will too.” A few seconds later, he sensed no more life from the dragon. Draphiron was now dead. Arth bit his lower lip to prevent himself from crying again. He just … could not handle anything anymore. What more could he lose? If it was his life, then it’s no longer important for him. He was ready to die any moment now … or he could just kill himself to end all the physical, emotional, and mental pain he’s suffering. “Can I just see the others first before I die …?” Arth whispered as he cried in silence. “I wanna see Luna … Robert … and Chief Gregor … but they’re all one world away …”

" I said this after a little pause. Arthur is a real cry baby, and I sometimes admire him for it, but I also dislike it since I believe he does cry a lot. Arthur inhaled while salivating his lower lips. "Mister handsome. I need you to be brave. Okay. You are aware of my horrible fate, and when it comes to claim me, please... Please don't ever cry for me. my soul will not rest if you do. I don't want to watch you cry, and I'd like you to quit being weak, please. I love you, but you must swear not to cry anytime you see me in pain." I said this while touching his cheeks and attempting to strike a bargain with him.

When she saw my excitement, she stared at me in disbelief. I ran into Joe and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back and cried, it started with sobs, but then graduated into real, loud tears. It was an emotional sight that day. I wish tears came down my eyes, but I was numb as usual. You know I have this stupid disorder that makes me unable to produce tears, except I induce it with an artificial item, like making use of artificial tears. "Ariana" he cried. His tears soaked my nightie. I was still in my nightie because I had not gotten out of bed since the previous night.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

"If you need anything, I'm here. You know that, right?" "I know." It soothed me a bit but not so much. His footsteps faded down the hallway, and I finally let myself cry in silence, desperate tears that didn't make anything better but at least feel like acknowledging the truth of how completely, utterly screwed I am. My phone buzzed again. Unknown number: "Cute studio. Arthur really is trying hard to win you over. Shame he doesn't know who he's actually falling for. Sleep tight, darling. Tomorrow's going to be an interesting day."