But I Crumble Completely When You Cry Novels & Stories

He smiled showing a full set of his teeth. “Why?” My voice breaks, the hurt coming to the surface as tears cloud my tear duct threatening to spill. “Stop crying when you hurt, I hurt too.” His fingers caged the tear from my tear lid. “I hurt without you and hurt more when you tear up. Don’t cry because I’ll burn this world into ashes, a sullen mud of pitiable debris if one more tear slid down these pretty blue eyes of yours.”

"I get this anxious feeling but it goes away for a minute, when I'm with you breathing.." "I know, I will fall inlove with and that's not what I wanna do.." "I hope you won't ever lie to me and if you do I know I won't be crybaby.." "Cry baby cry baby, I need to cry." "Cry baby cry baby, you need to cry." "And if you do, I know that will be alright."

He's going to marry my worst enemy. I bury my face in my hands, completely broken, and cry my eyes out into the lonely dark, sobbing until there are no tears left to shed.

And it's like she erased herself, like she was never here, like she really left me. I stagger back. My knees give out completely this time, and I collapse to the floor. A broken sound tears from my chest, raw, painful and uncontrolled. “Marcella…!” I cry out, my voice shattering. “Marcella, please…!” Tears stream down my face uncontrollably. “Come back…” I sob. “Please come back to me…!” My body shakes violently as I cry like a child. Like someone who just lost everything.

Edwina Immediately after Raffaele leaves the room, I hurl a glass at the door with all the strength I have left. Shattering fills the silence, but it is nothing compared to the wreckage inside me. A scream rips from my chest, raw and unrestrained, as my body crumples under the weight of my grief. My sobs come violently, tearing through me, leaving no space to breathe. I press my trembling hands against my face as if trying to hold myself together, but it is useless. I am already in pieces.

Everything I’ve been holding in, everything I’ve shoved deep down… spills out like water breaking through a cracked dam. I cry. Goddess, I cry like I haven’t in months. My chest hurts. My throat burns. My heart feels like it’s been ripped open and handed back to me in pieces. I think I’m stronger than this. I’ve built an empire, haven’t I? I’ve led rogues, faced threats, survived betrayals, and stood tall through it all. But whenever Adrian stands in front of me… I fall apart. Every single time. His voice keeps echoing in my head.

It felt as if my world had shattered into a million fragments, and I was left standing amidst the wreckage, desperately trying to piece it all back together. I Can't even put together why I was crying, I cried yesterday too, I thought I was emotionless for years being unable to cry, but now it feels like I am about to stop breathing from tears, my heart breaking pieces as pieces, was it because hedidn'tt find me worthy enough to know?

I hung up the phone, and the silence was deafening. I felt the world crumble around me. A sharp, guttural scream tore through my throat, “Ahhh!” I kicked down the bedside lamp, sending it crashing to the floor. “Nooooo!” I collapsed, the sobs wracking my entire body. “What am I going to do? How am I supposed to get that kind of money?” I cried, my voice breaking into pieces.

I stopped at the edge, toes pressing into the damp soil. Finally, I let myself feel it. All of it. And there, under the halo of a flickering lamppost, I finally collapsed to the ground. My arms wrapped tight around my knees as if that could keep me from unraveling. But it didn’t. My chest heaved, and the sob that tore out of me was jagged, ugly, helpless. My makeup ran with every tear, streaking down my cheeks like ink bleeding off a ruined painting. Pathetic. Let it all fall apart.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.