But I Crumble Completely When You Cry Novels & Stories

“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.

"Are you alright?" That question was like the crack in a dam. I felt my resolve crumble, and tears began to stream down my face. My body shook with sobs, each cry coming from deep within. My stomach felt like it was vibrating with the intensity of my grief. "No, I’m definitely not okay!" I cried out, burying my face in my hands as if they could shield me from the pain. Confusion and sorrow overwhelmed me. Everything I had thought I knew was crumbling. What I had believed to be true in my life was nothing more than a façade.

The hurt is always there, just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow me whole A sob escapes my throat, the sound startling me in the quiet of the room. I don’t recognize it this broken, desperate noise that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. I press my hand to my mouth, trying to stop the flood of tears, but it’s too late. The dam has broken, and the tears pour out uncontrollably, like a river that’s been held back for far too long.

His voice hitches, and warm tears drop onto my cheek. I’m terrible. Showered in the tears of my beautiful mate as he weeps for me, I’ve never felt happier. He’s suffering, holding me tight as if I’ll turn to smoke and vanish forever, and I’m ecstatic. His voice cracks with every shaky breath, and my heart aches from being so full.

And above all, I could remember watching the Moonstone cracking, breaking into pieces, with its fragments sublimating into the air. I clutched my chest tightly, a deep exhale escaping my lips slowly. How vulnerable have I become? What had become of me at that moment? Where would I have to start from? Tears welled up in my eyes at that very moment, and there was no amount of strength I felt I possessed that could keep the tears from streaming down my cheeks. I sobbed like a child. I wept and wailed like one who had lost the world, like one who had lost all hope.

Spills out. I sink onto the log. And I shatter. It's not pretty crying. There's nothing delicate or graceful about it.

become so sad to the point of tearing the hearts of others. "I tried to be cruel, tried not to care about you, but I really couldn't do it. Every word you said was like a needle piercing my heart, it hurt. Saying I was cruel, you say it again. Even when I touch her, her whole body trembles, she doesn't know that this moment makes me more helpless than ever."

They only let go to catch their breath. "Okay,I have to leave now my love but I don't want to." Beau said. "I know." "I will stay a little longer till you fall asleep." He started singing to her again and she was dozzing in no time. "Beau," she said as the song came to an end. "How come I was never good enough to fight for?" Unbeknownst to her, she had said the most heartbreaking thing he had ever heard. It was also a splash of cold water into his face. She had finally broken him.

Inside, I’m crumbling. My heart shatters in silent pieces that no one can see. My chest feels hollow, like something essential was scooped out and replaced with ice. I want to cry. But I won’t. Not yet.