But I Crumble Completely When You Cry Novels & Stories

Stop deceiving yourself and stop playing games with me. "You're really getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" I said with a slight jest in my voice, trying to mask the hurt that was bubbling up inside me. The chuckles from your lips only served to deepen the wounds, reminding me of how much you've changed. It's like a knife twisting in my heart with every laugh. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore; they flowed freely down my cheeks, tracing the path of my brokenness.

It was a real tear. I hastily wiped it, but another batch fell, and then it turned into a total breakdown. At this moment, I don't even know what I'm crying for. I just I feel so hollow inside, confused, upset, disappointed... How can life be so cruel?

One Two Three Keep going, keep going, keep coming. Until it becomes a torrential downpour. Someone stop this pain. My tears fall to the floor and shine like a crystal in a sea of white marbles. Why am I crying? This is not me. Who makes me weak? Rose She’s my strength. Mom Damn it!

“Here, you have tо hаvе thеm with fооd.” Sоmеthіng in hіѕ gеntlе vоісе mаkеѕ mе wаnt to сrу. What thе fuсk is wrong with me? I try, but I саn’t соntrоl thе tеаrѕ, ѕо I sob іntо my hаndѕ. I сrу fоr Blаkе аnd fоr Brеndа, but mоѕtlу I сrу fоr mе. For thе years I ѕреnt fееlіng rejected bу hіm. And thе pain I fеlt аbоrtіng thе baby thаt саmе from the mоѕt painful tіmе оf mу lіfе.

I yelled gaining everyone's attention. "Well guess what your wrong I don't fucking like you and I never did I just wanted to fuck you but your too much work so I give up. I could careless if your hurting right now because I don't care about you or your feelings!" My heart shattered into a million different pieces as tears streamed down my face. "Fuck you!" I said pushing past the crowd of people who were listening to our conversation. I didn't care who saw me cry I just wanted to get out of that house and away from him.

I try to move, but my legs betray me, and I collapse to the floor. I fall to my knees where my chest tightens painfully, and my mouth quivers as I try to hold back the sobs, but I fail. A wretched sound escapes me—a cry so raw, so deep that it feels like it’s coming from my very soul. I bury my hands into the thick rug beneath me, gripping it as if it could somehow anchor me. But nothing stops the flood. The tears blind me, my vision blurs as the sobs wrack through me. I dig my face into my palms, trying to muffle the sound, but I cannot contain it. My entire body trembles uncontrollably. I cry until there’s nothing left inside me but the hollow ache of loss. This is the moment—this is where

She wαs gone. The emptiness wαs crushing me. My knees buckled‚ αnd I slid down αgαinst the wαll‚ collαpsing on the cold floor‚ my sobs uncontrollαble. I buried my fαce in my hαnds‚ crying so hαrd I could bαrely breαthe.

What was so enticing about them that you kept returning like a fly to fruit? A tear rolled down my face and made a perfect spherical drop on the dusty floor. Crying… I was actually crying. Why wouldn’t I? My love was taken from me. But at the end of the day, crying was pathetic; it was pointless; it wasn’t going to bring her back.

“But I do not feel whole. I feel… wrong. Like something inside me is cracked.” Mom leans closer. “Cracked does not mean ruined.” The tenderness of that sentence shatters me. My eyes burn, and I bite the inside of my cheek hard to stop tears. Mom touches my arm. “Sweetheart… you can cry.” I shake my head. “If I start, I do not know if I will stop.”

A soggy, pathetic laugh. Then I cry some more. Because I think I just lost the only man I ever really fell for. The tub is empty. I’m sticky, bloated, and probably five scoops away from a diabetic coma, but I can’t even bring myself to move. My legs are curled under me and my hoodie’s soaked at the sleeves where I used it as a tissue, and I’ve ugly cried so hard my face is unrecognizable. At some point, the music stopped and the silence is louder than anything now.