But I Crumble Completely When You Cry Novels & Stories

But inside me, everything was crumbling in silence. And then I cried. I cried like someone who’s tired. I cried for everything. For Luigi. For myself. For never having had a fair chance.

My hand dropped limply by my side. I let out a cry, the pain in my chest unbearable. I fell to my knees, sobbing, gasping, clutching at myself like I could hold the pieces of my heart together. I was broken. Utterly, hopelessly broken.

He had long gotten used to his transforming but a transformation through an unexpected rut was another thing altogether, a more painful thing. Six years ago. Back to the start, we're strangers again. Like Venus and Mars, I'm losing my friend. Played all my cards to the queen of hearts. If love is a crime then I'm guilty. Guess you never really needed love, babe. I won't make it hard Before I let you see me fall apart, baby. I'll go and just let the guitar cry, baby, like a crybaby. Can't let you see them coming down my eyes. So I'll just let the guitar cry, baby

Sometimes the pain crushes you- it leaves you incapable of everything. It leaves you broken- in and out. The tears won't roll down, and the screams won't escape past your quivering lips. The hallucinations would come, but they'd not allow you to react and let the steam go. They'd force the steam to keep burning you, staining you.

I stagger back until my hand is trembling on the banister, and I feel myself crumble as a sob escapes me. It’s over, it’s all over.

"You stink of grief. Of doubt. Your heart is clouded, girl. And I will not answer a broken vessel’s cry." "I’m not broken." "You are unraveling." Oh better grammar... Nice. I grit my teeth. "Then help me hold it together." The flame laughs. It sounds so low and cruel. "When the girl who loved the storm calls herself stone… I see only cracks." Then the flame dies. Gone. The smoke is curling like disappointment into the air. I stare at the blackened wick. My hands shake. My knees hit the floor before I realize I’m falling. My fists slam into the cold stone, again and again until my knuckles split.

He pulls me back to him. The moment his touch wraps around me, I crumble. Every wall I’ve built around myself shatters in an instant. A strangled cry bursts from my throat, the raw sound echoing through the room. My body shakes violently as tears—tears I’ve been holding back for so long—finally fall.

A nervous chuckle escaped through his lips and I went silent again. ​“Cry baby,” I finally mumbled, and he looked at me in confusion. ​“Cry baby by Melanie Martinez,” I added, and he seemed to realize that I was stating a song now. I watched him pick out his phone before scrolling through it. ​You seem to replace your brain with your heart You take things so hard and then you fall apart You try to explain, but before you can start Those cry baby tears come out of the dark The song started and I closed my eyes shut, trying to ignore Vincent’s presence.

Dad would surely accept me, if I tell him that I was ready to ascend his business. But, I would haven't been able to face myself, to be proud myself.I could never be happy. I could feel the warm and salty tears, which were touching my lips. There are only few times that a guy cries. When his loved ones leave him and when he is broken inside with no thought of getting back upright. I was crying because my dreams were all shattered. "Why are you crying? You look pathetic,"I heard a strong and gorgeous voice from the side. That voice wasn't beautiful but it was captivating and so influential.

I curl in on myself, hugging my knees, trying to make myself disappear. The darkness inside me grows. I curl tighter, pressing my face against my knees, every muscle screaming. The metal bites into my back, into my arms, into every part of me. My lips are cracked, bleeding. My breath rattles shallow. “I won’t break… I won’t…” I whisper. But even as the words leave me, I feel them crumble. My voice is nothing but air. My body is failing. And the worst part is—I can feel the cracks spreading inside me.