But I Crumble Completely When You Cry Novels & Stories

“But your love… your love feels like a cage. It’s suffocating. It’s destroying my soul. It’s stressing me the fuck out.” I shook, tears spilling freely now. “You… you bastard. How… how could you…?” My voice cracked, broken, trembling with pain. My world had just shattered in front of me, and there was no coming back from this.

“Talk to me, baby, tell me what's wrong with you.” “What’s wrong is that you want to finish destroying me, that’s what happens, you don´t realize that when I’m by your side I turn like crystal and, at the slightest blow from you, I’ll stagger and break at the first contact with the ground.” her voice sounded muffled in my jacket as her body convulsed from crying. “No, Olivia, no. I don't...”

Kumba I hate seeing her cry. I've discovered a lot of things about myself in the past few days. That I panic when she's hurt. That I can't concentrate when she's upset. That hearing her laugh somehow improves my entire day. But this? Watching her break down in my arms? This is by far the worst feeling of all. I hold her against my chest while she cries quietly. Not dramatic tears. Not loud sobs. Those I could probably handle These are the dangerous kind.

Then he said something that broke my heart, shattered my world, broke me into pieces and left me in crumbles. “W.who ar.re you?”

Something inside me shattered but I pulled her into a hug, holding her close, letting her feel the way my heart crackled painfully in my chest. “No, you won't,” my voice sounded like a broken chord but there was a finality in it. My face met the side of her head and I felt a tremor that ran through her as her tears soaked through my shirt, her grip almost bruising as she clenched my sides. “I can't lose you again. I won't. I would rather die.”

Seems like every odd is against me, everything is crumbling on me so fast, so hard, and it fucking hurts. "I know that, baby, just be strong for them." I don't think I have it in me to be strong anymore, every little strength is drained off me. "I can't dad, I feel so weak and I just want to curl into a ball and cry the entire night," I say in between sobs. "Then cry all you want, love, I will be right here holding you to my chest." I shut my eyes tight, and I let every tear that I have been holding back since Saturday fall.

The love that I had imagined between us seemed to have shattered into a million irreparable pieces. With a heavy heart, I retreated to my new room, shutting the door behind me. The silence was suffocating, amplifying the echoes of his bitter words. I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face as I cried my eyes out. It felt as though my world had crumbled around me, leaving me adrift in a sea of anguish and uncertainty. Hours passed, the tears flowing unchecked. My sorrow seemed endless, consuming my every thought. Seeking solace, I reached for my phone and played a familiar song that held a special place in my heart. The melody washed over me like a balm, its lyrics resonating with my

“Don't force yourself to smile for me, Chika. Not when your soul is bleeding.” The fragile mask shattered instantly. My fake smile stiffened, crumbling into pure, unadulterated agony. I wrapped my arms tightly around my midsection and collapsed to my knees, my chest heaving violently. My mouth opened in a silent, gut-wrenching scream of grief, no sound escaping my throat—only a relentless torrent of burning tears testifying to my deep despair.

Her consoling voice echoed again,this time more calmer and soothing as silence enveloped us. " Mum, it's not ok. It's all over!! All these things is gone,mum. How I wish I never know him!" My voice cracked as i tried to hold it together, but the emotions I'd been bottling up finally burst free. I totally broke down, tears streaming down my face as sobs wracked my body. The sound of my own anguished cries filled the air, a raw and heart-wrenching expression of the pain I'd been carrying. My voice, once steady, now trembled and faltered, giving way to the overwhelming feelings that had been building up inside me.

“Stop it.” Maxwell’s voice doesn’t come again. I’m left alone with these demoralizing words and the sound of my sobbing. The sound of my own heart beginning to crack erupts in my ears. I am broken. I am nothing. I am useless. My body slumps to the side of the door, and I hit my head with a thud. I curl up into a ball and attempt to cry away the pain, but after a few long moments, I realize I don’t consume pain; pain consumes me.