Crying In Silence Novels & Stories

The familiar ding came, and as the doors slid open, I stepped inside, clutching my composure like fragile glass. The moment they closed behind me, silence enveloped the small space. It wrapped around me like a cruel reminder that I was finally alone. Doon na bumigay ang lahat. My chest heaved as hot tears spilled, tracing burning paths down my cheeks. I pressed my palms against the cold steel walls, hoping the chill would numb me, pero lalo lang nitong pinaalala kung gaano kalamig ang mundo kapag wala siya. Through my blurred eyes, my reflection stared back, cracked, warped, and unrecognizable.

I already learned my lesson but the scars still give me fear and doubt. I can still love but….maybe not now Because I cannot handle another pain Napabuntong hininga nalang ako at kinuha ang cellphone ko. Vinideohan ko ang pag-ulan bago nag log-in muli sa aking account at ipost ang video na kinuha ko. Hindi na ako nag-abalang maglagay ng caption, sometimes we only need silence to be understood…we do not need to explain everything and please everyone. “Galit ka pa ba?” tanong ni Clout

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!"

Hindi na ako nag-abala pang magpalit at basta nalang dumapa sa unang ko. After a minute of burying my face on my pillow, naramdaman ko ang pag-alpas ng mga luha sa mata ko. Hindi ko namalayan na umiiyak na pala ako dahil hindi ko naman naririnig. It's always been like this. No one knows how I cry, even my parents and my sisters. I'm always quiet when I cry. Ayaw kong makaistorbo kaya sinasarili ko ang problema at pag-uwi.

Pagkatapos ay muling yumakap sa akin. My throat tightened again, but this time, for an entirely different reason. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't even sure why I was crying. But the words never came. Instead, I just stayed there. In the quiet, in the warmth of his hold, in the unspoken understanding between us. And for now, that was enough. *** The silence inside the car was suffocating.

Just a privacy to cry and feel the pain until it subsides! "Yes, I am..." She nodded to confirm it. "Now you can leave." "You don't have to take it alone, Rain. It's not you against the world—" "Yes, of course. Hindi ko 'yun kinakalimutan, Tan. But I need some time for myself. Just me and silence." "Can't you cry with me?" She doesn't need to look at him to tell that he's worrying, his voice gives it away. "Just like before."

Then my chest started hurting, and before I could stop it, tears came. Not pretty tears. Not cinematic, single-tear-down-the-cheek type. More like ugly, silent, nakakahiya kind of crying where you press your sleeve to your face because you don’t want even your own room to witness it. I cried for Jun, kahit hindi ko siya kilala. For Miro, who made jokes about fractions and probably grew up with a missing space he didn’t know how to name. For Marisol, who still smiled while carrying groceries, bills, medicine, and ghosts.

The Billionaires' War: Cry For Me (Stand-alone Dark Romance) ————————————— ⚠️R18+ SCENE AHEAD⚠️ 🚫Read at your own risk.🚫 ~CHAEWON JONES' POV~ Inaakala ng lahat na kapag isa kang bilyornaryo ay ikaw na ang pinakaswerteng tao sa mundo. Hindi ko alam kung bakit iyon din ang pinakaayaw kong marinig mula sa bibig ng mga taong nakapaligid sa akin. Nakapokus lang sila sa kung anong nakikita nila. Humahanga sa mga bagay na pangsamantala lamang.

Rinig kong sabi niya. Nakapikit ako dahil masakit nga talaga. Naramdaman ko na may lumabas na luha sa aking mata, naglandas ito sa aking pisngi at pumatak sa aking tainga. “Babe, are you crying?" Naramdaman ko nalang ang pagyakap sa akin ni Austin. Ang kanyang alaga ay nanatiling nakabaon sa aking hiyas. Hindi niya ito ginagalaw.

Nanatili lamang siyang nakatayo roon at nakatitig sa lapida sa kanyang harapan at sa pangalang nakaukit doon. Kumakapit ang lamig sa kanyang mga buto, ngunit halos hindi niya ito naramdaman. What chilled her more was the silence, the kind that had followed her since the day she learned how loud emptiness could be. Dumadapo ang niyebe sa kanyang suot na coat, sa kanyang buhok, sa gilid ng libingan, at nanatili pa rin siyang nakatayo roon, hindi gumagalaw, na para bang ang pag-alis ay katumbas ng pagtalikod sa huling lugar na may mapaglalagyan pa ang kanyang pagmamahal. In her blank stare lived a thousand unspoken words—apologies, lullabies, promises that had nowhere else to land. The world co