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With that, tears began flowing from my eyes. Dear goddess, what the fuck is wrong with my mate?

“It’s totally fine if you cry. I think it’s better if you let it all out than actually holding everything in.” “Thank you.” “You can always lean on us.” He responded while looking straight into my eyes. “On me.”

August's POV My tears were flowing like it is a stream. I can't control my emotions anymore. I am heaving and I feel like I want someone to approach and beat it. But I held myself. I'm not in my territory so I can't be like that. "August, I'm sorry." He was uttering those words with so much pain in his eyes. "Please don't cry." I smiled happily at this. Sorry? What can his sorry do? Can it erase my feelings? Can his pestilent sorry replace the pain I feel? I thought I was fine, but I'm not.

“Are you certain about your idea?” Magindara came asking when I told her that I needed her to help me cry even more. I find this favor as something really hilarious. Also, never had I even thought about asking such favor from her, but since it’s about my biological mother then I think it’s all worth a try. “Yes. I know you have some kind of trick to let your tears out quickly. If you can do it, perhaps you can help me yield more tears.” “I can’t guarantee if it will work for you but I sing when I want my tears to come out.”

'' I croaked. Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes but the last thing I wanted was for him to see me as weak but still, the tears were threatening to fall. ''Regina, I know you want to cry and I know you're holding it back but it's okay to cry. It's okay to show your weakness. , that's what makes you strong.'' he smiled.

Halting, lowering my gaze on the floor as, I clenched tightly to my fist and sniff lightly, trying to hinder my tears. “How can I deal with these emotions? I never planned for any of these shit to happen, so what the f*** should I do? I want to avoid rejecting him and I would rather not be rejected, what I should do!” I cried lowly and miserably. A few seconds passed, and I wiped the flowing balls of tears off my cheeks.

My jaw tightened, "So he can never do this to anyone ever again." Her eyebrows pulled closer as she looked back at me, her eyes softening the slightest and it wasn't till then that I felt some wetness over my cheeks. I brought my hand and wiped at them, the anger coming back at my weakness, "I don't want to cry anymore, what should I do," I looked at her, so helpless and desperate, "It's like I opened something inside me and I can't close it now, I can't stop it, what should I do-"

what did I ever do to deserve being treated like this. Right now the tears are pouring out of my eyes that I can't even see right, I thought I had no tears left to cry but it seems there's a surplus supply of them, my heart is broken no that's the wrong word it's shattered. I'm angry because I don't want to cry but they keep coming no matter how much I try to stop it I can't. that annoys me because I can't even control my tears.

SCARLETT Leaning against the shower wall, I feel the tears streaming down my face, hot and relentless. My hand instinctively clamps over my mouth in a feeble attempt to muffle my sobs, but they still spill through unabated. I can’t seem to stop crying, and I don’t know how long I’ve been here. All I know is that I can’t get out until the tears subside, but that doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon.

Talking about Kelsea, my sadness eased a little, and I smiled with a chest filled with pride. "Oh, God. Go home! If you don't want to go home, at least tell me where are you? Let me not to worry. Every day, I can't calm my mind. Go home, now, your future is still long. Everything has happened, what are you waiting for?" I just sniffled. Crying again, and this is the cycle I feel. Or could I be crazy? I bit my lip, took a deep breath. Don't cry, don't cry. I don't know how many liters of tears can form a lake.