Crying In H Mart Novels & Stories

Minsan sa buhay, kung ano pang pinipigilan mong mangyari ay iyon ang mangyayari. Katulad nalang ng mga luha ni April. She really tried her best to not cry, para ipakita ditong matapang siya. Na hindi na siya nasasaktan sa mga nangyari sa kanila. Because for her, crying is a sign of weakness. Pero ang hindi alam ni April, crying is a manifesto that you’re just a human. You have emotions, emotions that can easily cloud your decisions.

Mabilis kong pinunasan ang luhang pumatak sa aking mga mata I don't want to be here anymore. This is freakingly suffocating the hell out of me. Please, someone get me out of here. My heart still pounding so hard. I hate this kind of feeling! I don't want this. I'm fine now, I started to move on... to live my life without him. Ci, get me out of here. But why the freaking freak am I crying?

Clenching his jaw, he slapped away my arms from him as he scoffed, "Why did you even wear a dress and sandals in a market?" "Hindi ko alam…” He looked at me in annoyance, and ran his hands to his hair in frustration, "You know what? Wait here." He said, and off to another vendor. Napatingin ako sa baba. Tears were welling up my eyes for an unknown reason, a silly one, but my eyes were uncontrollable right now. I felt like crying. I swallowed, drawing a heavy breath to calm myself down, no, Snow. This is stupid, crying over some dirt? What kind of a strong independent woman are you? I shook my head, wiping away the tears that formed. A lot of people stared at me.

this kid is totally a stranger but here i am gumagawa ng paraan para mapasaya ang batang nakabungguan ko lamang sa mall na ito. Tumagal kami halos dalawang oras sa loob ng arcade. Palabas na kami roon ng maagaw ng atensyon ko ang ilang securities ng mall kasama ang isang babae na basang basa na ang mukha dahil sa pag iyak. She was crying hard as her eyes roaming around na tila may hinahagilap ang mga mata. Napatutop ito sa bibig at patakbong lumapit sa kinaroroonan namin.

His heart dropped. “Fuck…” he mutered under his breath, barely audible but laced with disbelief and rage. Then his eyes settled below the picture. It was a note. Will you be able to find her first… or will he? His vision blurred. Heart tightening. And brain pounding. He never shed a tear before. Even when his father told him his mother was dead because he was taught that crying will only make him weak and won’t help resolve the problem. But now, he can’t help it. Hinayaan niyang tumulo isa isa ang mga luhang kanina pang nagbabadya. Everything is so f’cked up. He’s lost. He silently cried.

All of that pain and sorrow stuffed inside me that I couldn't let out in the past few months is looking for ways to the surface. "Rare wait!" Akmang lalabas na muli ako sa office niya nang pigilan niya ako. My breathing was ragged, gasping. I bit my lips. My eyes drip with tears. The walls that hold me up, make me strong. Salty drops fall. I'm trembling. I cant stop. Even as I press my hand against the wall it shakes, it trembles. It's raw, everything, raw tears, raw emotions. I can't stop... I can't stop. Why can I not stop crying?

Napaiyak na ako sa sobrang frustration. Jaxon. "Please.. don't. No." Taranta kong sinend ang message at tatakbo na ako palabas nang may humawak sa pulsuhan ko. "What happened?" Nasa tinig nito ang pag-aalala. Hindi ako nakasagot dahil nanginginig pa rin ang labi ko sa kaba't takot. "Lhaurize, I'm asking you. Why are you crying? Bakit nanginginig ka?"

Dinig na dinig ko ang tibok ng puso niya habang hinahaplos ang aking likod. “Kung gusto mong umiyak... don’t be afraid to cry in front of me. Crying isn’t a sign of weakness. I cried in front of my mom, too—especially when I was disappointed or angry. Men don’t often cry, but I did. I’m not ashamed of it. I hope you won’t be ashamed either to cry in front of me. I’m here. I’ll be your shoulder to cry on.” Noong marinig ko ang mga salitang ’yon, hindi ko na napigilan ang hagulgol sa kanyang mga bisig. Mas lalo ko siyang niyakap.

She's stuck! The thought of marrying Theo only made her cry some more. Isinubsob niya ang kanyang mukha sa kanyang mga palad at doon humagulgol. For once she wanted to cry, cry for her life that she will surely spend in misery. Maya-maya pa, umingit pabukas ang pinto ng isa sa mga cubicle sa CR. Mabilis siyang nagpunas ng luha. She suddenly felt ashamed that she broke down inside the comfort room without checking if she was alone or not.

Bakit kailangang ngayon pa ito hindi nakisama tong heels ko, e. Pawis na pawis na ako. Bitbit ko ang heels ko while searching for Christopher kahit na pinagtitinginan na ako ng mga tao ay hindi ko iyon pinansin. Hindi puwedeng tumigil hanggang sa di ko nakikita ang bata. Naiiyak na ako ng sobra. Napasandal na lang ako sa isang sulok at napayuko. Impit akong umiiyak. Para akong ewan. Mahina talaga ang loob ko sa mga ganito. Sobrang laki ng mall. Saan ko hahanapin si Christopher? “Why are you crying?”