Cry Me A Sad River Novels & Stories

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

But now, I looked straight into Kristina's teary eyes, all I could say was, "Sorry." She was crying as she left. I could feel my heart breaking as I saw her run off. Kevin follows her and so did Ashley. I stood up as I spit some blood. Damn, that's one hell of a punch from Kevin. I went back home and slept the night away. I received a call from her. Just great, talk about adding salt to the wound. I mocked, "What do you want? Should we get married now?" "What's up with you? You seem angrier every day."

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.

Rain exclaimed suddenly, perhaps after sensing River, her face lighting up as she saw her. River knelt down in front of the children, forcing another smile on her face. "Hey there, squirts," she said, her voice strained. "How are you two doing?" Leo shrugged, his attention still focused on his drawing. Rain, however, tilted her head and looked up at River with her big, amber eyes. "Mommy, you look sad," she said, her voice small and filled with concern. "Did a bad man make you cry? Should we go get Lord Draven to come to break their necks like this…”

That was the last straw that broke him down in tears. "Why? Rosanne, why does it have to be you? "Get up! Get up and fight me like you always do… Call my name one more time… I-I swear I won't get mad anymore… I never wanted you dead. "Why do you have to do this to me? You're all I have left, Rosie. "I'm so sorry. Just don't leave me alone. Please… just open your eyes." That version of Nathan, who used to love me so dearly, was finally back. I finally heard every word I'd longed to hear, but I could no longer answer.

" Don't stray to far away for your mate may not stay the same, crazed and starving they will run away, doomed to their fate to meet the darkness that cannot be kept at bay." Echoing in my mind as I see a bright yellowish light come into view. I stand slowly blinking my eyes, trying to focus on the silhouette that has appeared against the blinding light. I try to shade my eyes with hand hoping it will allow me to get a better view of the thing standing in front of me, when my vision shifts becoming crstyal clear. I see Sarah standing close to the edge of a cliff. The smell of salt hitting my nose, before I register that she's crying. Hearing hear sobs of sadness as she wept. She turns to me w

Without any hesitation, I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her, hoping that my hug would bring her some solace. I could feel the pain in River's voice as she spoke. Her tears were falling fast and she looked heartbroken. I knew exactly how she felt because I've been there too. As I patted her back and whispered, "It's ok, River," I felt my own tears begin to well up. "I miss you so much…" she said through sobs. "I just want to see you and hug you, but you're far away from me. I don't love anyone except you."

River peers behind her and glimpses the unpacked bags stacked against each other. “You know what?” River says, uncrossing his arms and throwing them up in defeat. “You’re right, it doesn’t matter. What matters is helping you unpack all... that.” He tilts his head, realizing there is more than he’d bargained for. There were many instances that could have prompted River to cry, but he fought with the drowning melancholy. Feeling sick to his stomach, with contempt and self-hate bridling through him like the rush of a waterfall.

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" ~

And Amara, that crybaby is crying in her room. "Cry a river" I muttered. What I need now are my pills, she obviously can't help me.