Crying Hearts Novels & Stories

“ What is your dream?” “ I dream to become a good teacher and make my parents and grandmother proud of me. To give them a comfortable life. But......” Danielle paused and tears fell down from her eyes. She remembered her parents and grandmother again. Her heart felt pain and sorrow just by remembering them. It's her weakness. Anthony felt that Danielle was crying at his back. He wanted to turn to face her and comfort her but he just clenched his fist. Why do I soften when this girl cries? What's happening to me? My heart felt broken to hear her sobbing at my back. He thought.

Both of us cry, our heart broken and scattered. Calix.

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

‘Perhaps I should just leave him and live out the rest of my life alone. Her voice cracked slightly, as though her resolve was crumbling. As tears brimmed in her eyes, she fought the urge to cry out, ‘I’ve lost everything! Why should he care? What does he see in me? A sudden, sharp pain erupted in her chest, as if a dagger had pierced it. She gasped sharply as she doubled over in agony, clutching her injured heart. It felt as though someone had stabbed her repeatedly, rendering her unable to breathe or move. Pain shot through her entire torso, threatening to rip her apart. The sensation took her breath away as fear gripped her heart with paralyzing ferocity.

My eyes roamed around the park and the couple roaming in the park making pictures, or kissing or laughing made a lot of memories rushed back. A cry left my mouth as I kept staring at the couple who was cuddling and laughing. Why heart? Why do you cry? In this world this is a common tradition....So why do you cry??You should have expected this from the very start.... I tugged the AirPods in my ears as I heard the the song by Selena Gomez, “Where do broken hearts go?” My eyes were raining tears. It just took one song to bring all the heart aching memories back. "Heart break?" The old lady voice reached and I looked at her with wide eyes.

I gritted my teeth to distract me from the tears and blinked a few times rapidly to try to churn them away. My crying got heavier to where my chest started heaving. I got mad at myself for crying. It made me feel dramatic. Out of control. Tears fell onto the paper and blurred the ink. Fuck. I tried to blow on the wet spot to dry it, but more tears dripped from my eyes and fell onto the page and made it worse.

She stared into his brown eyes. Unrequited love is the worst. It never quenches your thirst. When you love someone the most, but they treat you like a ghost. You don't exist to them, even if they're your gem. It hurts your heart and tears you apart. Your soul gives a desperate plea, for them to just see, that you're right in front of their eyes. Only once it's too late, they realize. It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest.

Tears of misery welled up in her eyes, and her chest squeezed as her legs trembled and she fell down on her knees. “Grace!” She heard him panicking as the last thread of her emotions broke and she let her vulnerability take over her soul. “Oh my god! What happened?” Her cries become louder as she felt him grabbing her arms as she flinched and raised her head. His body tensed and the tears in her eyes flowed continuously. With trebling hands and wobbly lips she scrunched her nose and heart wrenching sobs escaped her mouth. “H-He….he t-tried….” Her voice broke as she placed her hand over her mouth and her eyes closed shut as she shook her head, couldn’t make herself to say the words.

But deep down, I have always known there was something missing, something I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried burying it. My hands shake, folding the letter in half, then quarters, before I toss it onto the bed. Now the tears won't stop. It hurts-God, it hurts so much-but I know I made the right decision. Even though I've broken his heart, even though I've shattered our future, this is what needed to happen. I couldn't marry him. Not like this.

The vulnerability in his voice, the longing in his lyrics, resonated with the turmoil within me. I couldn't bear it anymore. I stood up abruptly, my movement drawing the attention of those around me. Now, I could see him clearly, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes a warm, inviting blue. But there was a flicker of something else in their depths, a hint of sadness, of regret, that intensified the ache in my heart. Tears welled up, hot and stinging, and I turned away, unable to face the intensity of his gaze. Rexon, sensing my distress, stopped singing, the music abruptly cut short. I didn't hesitate. I turned and walked away, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind a jumbled mess of emotions.