Cry Me A Sad River Mga Nobela at Kwento

he cries out and my smile falters. Is someone close to me? Is someone close to me was blackmailing River?

“Just let it all out. Don’t hold it in.” Her body shook as she cried harder, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her from falling apart completely. I pressed my cheek against her head and kept cooing softly, “I’ve got you… I’ve got you.” River’s crying finally slowed. Her breathing was still shaky, but at least the sobs weren’t tearing out of her chest anymore. She sat up, wiping at her swollen eyes, her scarf shifting slightly on her neck as she moved. “Are you ready to tell me what happened now?”

But suddenly. “Mommy, Daddy.” A cry from a little girl echoes right in front of him and from the other end of the bridge. The night that is deep and quiet makes the crying echoes. The burning cars in front of them and the smell of intoxicating burns are raising. He stops crying, now pitying the little girl that just got his attention. He turns his gaze in front and saw the little one dressed in red, full of wounds, and crying hard. Her cheeks are red from crying and her nose seems to swell because of the same reason. The lights from the bridge made him see her clearly, or perhaps he is only seeing himself from her.

I was already dropping to the ground, gathering River into my arms, cradling his head like it was the most fragile thing in the world. “River,” I whispered, my voice breaking as tears blurred my vision. “Baby, no, no, no… stay with me. Please. Stay.” His eyes fluttered, just barely, and that was enough to split me open further. His lips moved, but no sound came out. A trickle of blood slid down the corner of his mouth, painting his skin. I pressed my forehead to his, rocking him slightly, as if the motion could keep him tethered to me. My tears fell onto his face, mixing with the blood, and I didn’t even bother to wipe them away.

The guy falls on the floor crying. I hug River and she looks up at me with her red puffy eyes. I pull her to my car and I open the door for her. She slides in and I get in the car and I start driving. River is still crying and I can’t help but feel guilty. I didn’t kill the guy. I just injured him so he can send the message to the girl that sent him. I bet it was Alicia. River stopped crying after a while and closed her eyes. She didn’t ask where we were going but her clothes were ripped and dirty.

Tears continued streaming down my face. It didn’t matter how painful it was at the moment. I was so happy that I couldn’t even contain all the emotions I had. For all the times I was forced to take, I finally have something to give. I gave myself to River, and no matter what happens afterward, I won’t regret it. “You’re crying so much now…” River muttered, planting little kisses on my cheeks. “Is it so painful now? Should I stop?”

“Fine. I am crying. And I don’t give a fuck about how unmanly is this. I am worried about you. I can’t lose you. I love you, Riley.” Riley gasped, her eyes wide. “You love me? Oh god. I am dead, aren’t I? And this is heaven.” River let out a choked laugh, shaking his head. “No, you’re not dead. And this sure as hell ain’t heaven. But I do love you, Riley. More than I ever thought possible.” Riley’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, a soft smile playing on her lips despite the pain. “I love you too, River. So much.”

Tears fell down his face. Tears fell down my cheeks. My response got stuck in my throat. “Am I that bad? It feels like a punishment, I live, and everyone around me dies.” His body shook as he sobbed. “No, no, no,” I mumbled and shook my head. “That’s not true.” I crawled into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. I squeezed him tightly. Every part of me wished I could make his pain go away. River wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. “I'm sorry,” he said through sobs. River buried his head in the crook of my neck. His tears mixed with my own.

she implored and was getting even more miserable since the one she is begging not to leave, left already. She stayed there on the floor, witnessing the sun rises for a new tomorrow. Her tears never left her until the morning comes and her voice started to dry out. She cannot cry anymore after hours of outbursts. Those times she lent for herself to release are enough and it's now time to face the world outside, to face the person who caused her destruction.

I tried to get her to focus back on me. River’s eyes went back to me. “You look sad too.” “I’m not. I’m just sick.” I replied, not wanting to admit how I felt. “O, no. I was sick too one time. Whewe are you?” River asked, her eyes wondering around the screen. “I’m at the beach. But River, when was mom sad?” River sighed, “we was in the caw. You wewe talking. I saw hew cwy.” “She was crying? When was that?”