Crying Hearts Novels & Stories

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Cyrus POV Cyrus Fox Datu had spent twelve years learning to read bodies in crisis. He could translate tachycardia into narrative, could trace the story of a life in the constellation of scars across a stranger's skin. But sitting across from Arthur Sullivan in a restaurant that charged too much for coffee, he found himself illiterate.

even the last few seconds. I looked to where the coffin was, closed and with a large wreath of white roses on top of it. Ada was looking at him between painful sobs, now without her husband and only son. Next to her, Celina, who arrived in the middle of the procession, held by Gregório and devastated to the point that everyone noticed — to the point that many still judge her for her pain to someone who doesn't even know what she did to her. Celina and Ada joined in the final seconds of the prayer, both crying as the coffin began to descend... increasingly disappearing.

PENNY POV I think I hear the footsteps of people disappearing, but I'm not sure - the pain won't let me think. My back throbs painfully; I can barely tell when the pain will stop. My body trembles with the wave of pain, and the tears won't stop flowing from my eyes. My throat hurts from screaming in agony, which has left me hoarse. My hand still clings to the cold metal, fearing to let go and making the pain worse.

My fingers locked onto the steering wheel. The sobs ripped out of me, raw and uncontrollable, tearing through the quiet dusk like wounded animals. My throat seared with every cry, as though the sound itself was burning me from the inside out. My ribs clenched painfully around each desperate breath, and my heart pounded like it wanted to escape, like it wanted to fling itself from my chest just to be free of me. I cried until my throat burned, until my chest ached so badly it felt like my heart might tear itself apart. My vision was a haze of salt and shadow, the world blurred into streaks of red and black and gold as the sun sank lower, drowning itself in the horizon.

AFFECTION +10] [AFFECTION +10] [AFFECTION +10] Alarms rang in Scarlet's ears repeatedly, forcefully pushing her out of her lost state. Her eyes widened, and her stomach lurched. She felt her blush creeping to her cheeks as she quickly lowered her head to hide the complicated feelings in her eyes. Scarlet's hands pressed to her chest. 'What is this feeling?' She thought to herself. Her heart... seemed to have taken a hit. Scarlet shook her head dazedly and forced a smile on her face. She raised her head to meet Cyn's. "Thank you." She said as she planted a soft kiss on Cyn's chin and rested her head on his chest.

It's falling spontaneously. Why the pain? Why is it painful? I just want to feel it! I just want to give my heart away until I feel nothing. I just found myself crying. I loved someone who wasn't meant for me. I once gave my heart away. But why to the wrong person? If my love is wrong? Why am I here? Why do I feel this way? Is my heart really wrong? "You're crying because you're hurt! You still love him? You can't you forget him? Can't you bear him?"