Arti Dont Watch Me Cry Novels & Stories

He added in a trembling voice and proceeded to punch his still body in the chest, his hand passing through. Scared he pulled out his right hand, turning it over, again and again, to stare at it. It was transparent like he was fading away. He brought his left hand up and checked it to be sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was just the same, he could see the tiled floor. “ Don’t play this trick on me, Marco.” He warned his dead body angrily and decided to pull him up by his collar. His hands passed through once again. “ No! No!.” He whispered, the tears running down his cheeks as he withdrew his hands. “ It can't be.” He muttered in disbelief.

, Arthit thought and bit his lips to control his laugh. A deep sigh escaped from his mouth. He looked at her crying face, again passed a fresh tissue, and said, "Stay away from your boyfriend". Darika blew her nose and sniffed. She looked at him but his words which were laced with hidden Jealous did not knock on her head. She did not respond to him but pouted dramatically and said, "I want to see my baby". Arthit stood up from his seat and went towards her. Arthit wiped her tears with his fingers and smirked playfully at her childish answers.

It would be a happy day but she was crying alone. They didn't know what to do except look at her from afar, staring at her broken self. "I NEED TIME", Arin spoke and his three simple words could describe the entire meaning of his staying away and staring at her from afar. He needed time to ACT and She needed to HEAL. Dua fainted after crying and hitting by the cold waters of rain. Arin walked out of the car and strode forward to her. He knelt and scooped her trembling body in his arms and came back to the car.

From the start of her conversation with her father, he had watched closely, half-expecting and oddly hoping to see her cry. But she didn’t. Even as her voice cracked and her tears threatened to fall, she held them back. Arthur remembered her eyes vividly—like jewels submerged in water, they were beautiful yet fierce. And now, hearing her cry over the phone, he couldn’t stop himself from wondering what had finally broken her. “Give me an address I can come to,” he said suddenly. The words spilled out before he could reconsider, Dario jolted in surprise, and this was the very first time he had heard something like that from Arthur. The words could be faked but the concern that lingered couldn’

"You look... sad." "I'm okay. I'm sorry. It's just..." I tried to find the words, to find the "Muse" persona that was supposed to protect me, but the tears came anyway. It was humiliating, embarrassing to be breaking down in front of a crew of fifty people but I couldn't stop them. A single, hot tear tracked through the fresh makeup on my cheek, followed by another. "I don't know why I'm crying. I just..." The studio went quiet. Drake looked shocked, his grip on my hand tightening. "Aubrey..."

Aurora (AGE FIFTEEN) [Seven years Ago] I want to cry. But I can't. Mother says no one should ever see me crying in public and I agree, I can't let this many people see my weakness. Not crying is taking everything I have in me, I can't hold it in anymore and I can't cry in front of my psycho friends a second time about the same absurd issue. I'm the strong one, I get myself together after having one crying session or two but that doesn't seem to be the case today. I've cried a lot and if I cry one more time, my friend Katherine is going to break my ex-boyfriend's nose again.

A big man of over one meter stood under the tree without saying a word, silently shedding tears. “Kai...Kai...why are you crying?" The man's tears flowed even more fiercely when Aurora asked. She looked at the man crying, pitifully. She felt panicked. “Kai, stop crying, huh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to speak that one to you. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can find our way back. We’ll be fine.” This man cries so pitifully. It directly softened Aurora’s heart. She had watched some of his movies and dramas and she always admired how well he could act.

But now, this script was in my hands, and strangely enough, I wanted to try it. “I seriously don’t get why this character has to cry three times in one scene,” I muttered to myself, pressing my temples. “Because her life is a mess?” Aaric answered from behind me, not bothering to look away from his game screen. His voice was lazy, but loud enough to interrupt my peace.

She froze for a second, then stood and walked inside. Logan whined pitifully, "The traction for my live stream is too low. The company's making me pay a penalty for breaching the contract." Brielle soothed him gently. "How much do you need? I'll transfer it to your account tomorrow." But Logan shook his head. "Streaming is my dream, Bree. I don't want to rely on you. I only have one request. I heard that product review streams are all the hype these days. I'd like Trev to review the taste of different rat poison on my stream."

Cold sweat covered my forehead, but it was nothing compared to the crushing agony in my heart. The mourning guests noticed the scene and looked over. Dawn crouched down and reached out to gently wipe the sweat from my forehead. Her voice was soft, but it carried pure cruelty. "Today's Mr. Conway's funeral, Shane. And you're his son. "Don't humiliate yourself in front of all these people. Whatever it is, we can talk about it when we get home." She never helped me up, so I lay there, sprawled flat on the floor, before dragging myself into a seated position with great difficulty.