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"What are you…." "I might not be Nico, and you might not love me, but I would always be here for you. Don't act tough in front of me, I told you once before and I'm saying this again, you have the right to cry, you have the right to scream and act like you are not okay because you are not okay. Don't act tough while you are with me. It doesn't suit you" He says and I smile sadly with my forehead on his chest. Is it really okay to cry? Do I want to cry though?

I wiped my eyes again, but the tears kept falling. "Then you're feeling sick, right?" My son asked again, looking worried and about to cry following me. His hand reached out to help me wipe away the traces of my tears. "Tell me… so Mom can feel more relieved... I want to know and I also don't like seeing you sad like this...." I shook my head, took a deep breath, and tried to hold back my tears, which had mostly come out earlier. "Don't. Mom, it's okay. Tears are a great way to channel stored emotions, not just sadness."

’ I had not even known tears were gathering in my eyes. “You are even making me cry,” I choked out. “How can I like such a man? In case you do not know, no woman likes a man who makes her cry.” I furiously wiped the tears from my face as they dripped down but they just kept pouring from my eyes without my control. I ended up sniffing like a hurt child and no matter how much I tried, I could not hold myself together.

Something hot. Tears.

I can see the genuine care in his eyes. Just by asking me that question, a surge of emotions overwhelms me, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Despite my best efforts to hold them back, they cascade down my cheeks, betraying my struggle to keep them at bay. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, I just don’t seem to stop crying.

“Or, is it because of the fact that you’re a man?” “Of course not. I’m not a toxic masculinity kind of person. I just never get overwhelmed to the extent of wanting to shed tears, but that’s just me. It’s okay for anyone to cry whenever they get the urge to.” I explained, purposely omitting the fact that I don’t shed tears at all because I don’t even know how to any longer. “What do you do when you’re overwhelmed? When you need some sort of outlet.” Most times, I go to the club, get lose and fuck a girl into the night.

“Cry as much as you want, Elijah, scream, wail, or even curse the entire world. You have the right to feel pain and be hurt. You have the right to word it and express your fear and anguish. You are human Elijah. You are a person with feelings. There is no need for you to stay strong all the time. You have the right to cry for your loss and pain.” She said softly, and I hiccupped as I cried and clung to her arms that were still holding my face while I sobbed loudly like a little kid. I know I shouldn’t do that in front of her. I shouldn’t have done it while my frightened daughter was sleeping beside me with her cheeks still wet. But I couldn’t hold it anymore. I felt like a cup that was fille

I can't help the tears in my eyes again. How is it?

His eyes were red, watery, and exasperated. But he's not showing a manly side to him just to prove he is capable of killing me. "I'm sorry…" I said, looking downward. "If something bad has already happened, does your sorry could bring them back?" he asked. "Think about it." I can't help these tears again. Why are my tears won't scarce? It always has a supply. Are my eyes only made with the purpose of crying? I can smile too. using these eyes. The little tears turned into a bursting cry.

I'm just angry at life in general throwing me at any direction. My life just took a whole new turn, so, I'm allowed to be sad, I have all right to be sad. I lock my door and cry myself to sleep.