Crying In Korean Novels & Stories

She said while crying, fuck! Lumapit ako sa kaniya at akmang pupunasan ko ang luha sa pisngi niya iniwas niya sa kamay ko ang mukha niya, damn! Seeing her cry feels like I'm in freaking hell! So hurt to see her crying in front of me and to think that I am a fucking reason why she is crying right now!

At piping nagdarasal siya na sana, madali lang na ma-realize ng apo ang lahat. Hungkag ang pakiramdam ni Craig habang nagmamaneho. Hindi alam kung saan tutungo. Masyadong mabigat ang kanyang dibdib. Hanggang sa tuluyang nangilid ang kanyang mga luha. "Fùck! Why am I crying?" Napatigil siya gilid ng daan ng tuluyang bumuhos ang kanyang luha. "Fùck! Fùck! Fack!"

Binuhat ko ang anak ko at niyakap ng mahigpit, while my tears leaky down to my cheek. Seeing him crying it's kill me. I'm sorry baby...

As she turned her back on the door, tears started to fall off. Why can't she hold her tears up? She can't be stressed out. Dahan dahang dumusos ang katawan niya sa pinto hanggang sa maka upo. She cried and cried until she can't anymore. Bakit ba nangyari ito sakaniya? Why? Wala naman siyang ginagawang masama. She's a good friend, sister, daughter and a fucking girlfriend. "Hindi...Sorry," Crying while murmuring sorry.

My throat tightened. I looked away, blinking fast. Pero biglang may tumulo na naman. Damn it. No. Not now. Pero hindi ko na napigilan. The tears just— Burst. I covered my mouth, shoulders shaking—humahagulgol, hindi lang umiiyak. The kind of cry that rips something open inside. Drake froze—like no one had ever cried like this in front of him—then suddenly he moved, fast, kneeling in front of me.

Nakaka pagod nang umiyak ng umiyak. When I'm sad, I cry. When I'm hurt, I cry. When I'm in pain, I cry. When I miss my son, I cry. When I'm angry, I cry. When I'm happy, I cry aswell. Every emotion is associated with tears. Nakaka sawa. Nakaka pagod.

“Ah… aah… huff… huff… aahhh…” Ang mukha ng nakatali na South Korean ay agad na naging dalawang shades, at napabuntong hininga siya. Naglalaway na siya at walang magawang naglalabas ng laway. "Tubig, bigyan mo ako ng tubig. Aah, maanghang. Bilisan mo at bigyan mo ako ng tubig!"

tanong ulit nito. “ Nae.. ” sagot ko sa kanya sa hangul na salita ulit. Nakita kong napangiti na ito. ‘ Ahhh! Ang pogi pag nakangiti. Lalong naniningkit ang mga mata niya.’ ( An interesting tip worth noting is that because 예[ye] was the original word for “yes” in Korean, the older generation tends to use it more. On the other hand, the younger generation tends to use 네[ne]... so it’s good to know both!)

Sugat na hindi pansin at dama ng iba. "I don't have the right to cry! I shouldn't show them that I'm hurting! I should have no emotions at all because my feelings weren't valid!" Fuck! I want to ask why? I wanted to cry and shout because of the pain that I'm feeling right now. Paano ko nga ba kinakaya ang ganitong sitwasyon? Bakit ba ako nasadlak sa ganitong klase ng buhay? Buhay nga bang matatawag ang kung ano mang mayroon ako ngayon?

p-pero bakit ito na n-naman? I keep on crying because of pain. "P-please s-someone s-save me, i-i d-don't wan't this, p-please!" "SI-YEON!" Napabalikwas ako ng bangon at ramdam ko ang panginginig ng buo kong katawan. "K-kuya—" i don't know why but i just felt like i wan't to hug my brothers. "Shhh, it's okay sis." Kuya Renze said and gently wipe my tears.