Can I Cry Now Novels & Stories

It’s weaker now, but it’s still there. I let myself cry quietly for a while. It’s not wracking sobs, I have no more of that left in me. I let the gentle tears run down my face and then I sit up and wipe them away. My chest feels heavy, but there’s a peace in me now too. Knox is here, for now, and I have to let that be enough. I can’t handle any more loss right now.

I am feeling it right now. Thinking. I kept on thinking. I can't handle it anymore. My tears are already falling. I don't know why but I just do. I tried to keep my mouth shut. I don't want to cause any noise. I don't want to but myself really contradicts me, I failed. I cry, and cry, and cry. I cry my heart's out. I burst out all the pain I'm feeling. I don't care about anything anymore, I just want to let go of this pain. I am deeply hurt.

Then, when she sees me, hovering over her, her eyes open fully and she tried to move away but her body says otherwise. "Please, do not." I beg with a teary eyed facial expression. If I am a Vampire who can cry, I would have by what happened within a space of minutes, but I have lived to a stage that I have seen different horrors and no matter what, I can only be so devastated, but can't sob. It's crazy.

I'm even more confused about why I am crying right now. I wasn't expecting Sierra to embrace me, but I felt my hands slowly embracing her back. "I want you to know that it's fine with me if you cry in front of me. Crying is not a sign of weakness; it is a means to express your emotions. It just means that you are strong enough to let go of your joy or despair in the form of tears."

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

Aurora (AGE FIFTEEN) [Seven years Ago] I want to cry. But I can't. Mother says no one should ever see me crying in public and I agree, I can't let this many people see my weakness. Not crying is taking everything I have in me, I can't hold it in anymore and I can't cry in front of my psycho friends a second time about the same absurd issue. I'm the strong one, I get myself together after having one crying session or two but that doesn't seem to be the case today. I've cried a lot and if I cry one more time, my friend Katherine is going to break my ex-boyfriend's nose again.

I take another drink. But he doesn't budge. "Even if Wes is an asshole, you're still allowed to cry." "But I don't want to cry," I say. "I've felt like I was going to throw up all day, sure, but I don't feel like I need to cry." Is that bad? Or just weird? It's the absolute truth - I'm definitely not holding back tears. I don't even have that achy feeling you get in your throat or behind your eye sockets that means that the waterworks are on their way. I just feel...like I just ate an entire tub of month-old tuna salad from a gas station.

I ain’t the drinking type, but these days I feel like whiskey and coke calm my afflictive emotions that seem to get the best of me. “No. I saw her today. I thought being with what’s her face would help me forget her.” My eyes got watery. It’s weird because I don’t cry. I’ve only shed a tear when it comes to my Mom and that’s rare. Frankly, the song playing was making it worse, ‘Need You Now by Lady Antebellum’. “She looked so gorgeous on her bike. I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone like her. Ever.” I roughly wiped my eyes for the tears threatening to fall.

Talking about Kelsea, my sadness eased a little, and I smiled with a chest filled with pride. "Oh, God. Go home! If you don't want to go home, at least tell me where are you? Let me not to worry. Every day, I can't calm my mind. Go home, now, your future is still long. Everything has happened, what are you waiting for?" I just sniffled. Crying again, and this is the cycle I feel. Or could I be crazy? I bit my lip, took a deep breath. Don't cry, don't cry. I don't know how many liters of tears can form a lake.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.