Crying Isaac Novels & Stories

"What were you talking about? Who were you crying over?" Because I didn't want to give him a reason to ask more, I flinched, but I knew Isaac too well. He wasn't someone you could just ignore. He reached out and gently wiped away the tear that I hadn't even realized had fallen from my eye. He touched me, and I got a chill. I stood still in front of his eyes. "You’ve been crying," he murmured, his voice softening, though the intensity of his eyes remained. "Why?"

Then he said with difficulty, "Isaac..." "I know. I broke her heart, and she won't come back... I treated her and the child like that, and she doesn't love me anymore, so she won't come back again..." As Isaac spoke, he actually smiled. However, as he smiled, he burst into tears. Finally, he repeated in a crying voice, "She won't come back again...." He sobbed. Tears came out of his eyes, ran down his cheeks and finally dropped on the pillow. He didn't do anything crazy or extreme, and he just lay there quietly.

He rumbles in response. We reluctantly part from each other. My eyes prickle with unshed tears as Isaac steps back and even in his half-human form, the pain in his eyes makes my heart wrench. There’s a silent promise that he will come back, but my heart stutters with fear as the door closes, separating me from Isaac once again.

I mustn't run away this time; I gather courage and move forward, finding myself again in front of a body dressed exactly like me, but I can't see its face. "You can't or you don't want to see it?" "I, I can't." "Why can't you, Isaac?" "Because it hurts; I don't want to suffer." "Really, yet I see you clinging to your pain." I've heard that phrase before, "You are..." Behind me, someone is crying; I turn slowly to see who it is. "It's me!" "Isaac, why did you do this to us?" "I haven't done anything." "Look again, see what you've done."

Then I pressed play. Isaac appeared sitting in his gaming chair inside his bedroom. The room looked dim except for the soft blue glow coming from his monitor. His curls were messy like he had been dragging his hands through them repeatedly, and his eyes… God. His eyes looked swollen raw from crying. He kept hiccuping quietly between breaths, shoulders trembling every few seconds while trying to compose himself.

he said, pushing past Hyce before leaving the house. Hyce started crying again, his eyes stinging. He has cried too much for a night, and nothing is more bitter than the salt he's tasting right now. He begrudgingly walked out of the house, and he met Isaac waiting outside with his mother who has been discharged. Isaac quickly rushed to him, and merely seeing the tears in his eyes, he started crying too. "I'm sorry about everything that happened to you" he said. Hyce hugged him tight, crying on his shoulders while the woman just watched sadly. *

“I told you from the beginning what this was. If you chose to stay, that was on you. Don't put this on me.” I gasped at him, I couldn't believe what he was saying. I was so stunned by the coldness in his voice, the utter lack of remorse causing my heart to shatter into shards of glass. “I can't believe this,” I whispered, shaking my head. “After everything we've been through, after everything I've done for you, is this how you see me now? As someone who's just… disposable?” His jaw tightened, and he looked away. “isabel, let's not make this more dramatic than it needs to be. If it's about money—”

I returned to my office, made myself a cup of coffee, and waited. It didn't even take ten minutes before someone came knocking. The first to come in was, surprisingly, Layla. She clutched a USB drive so tightly her knuckles turned white. As soon as she stepped inside, she dropped to her knees. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cooper. I'm so, so sorry. I must've been out of my mind!" She cried, burying her face in one hand, while holding out the USB drive with the other. "Everything's in here—every chat log where Keira planned how to blow this up step by step and force you to give in!

I let out a dry, rattling breath. Eddie stepped closer, his green eyes scanning me like a predator. “She is faking, Edison. She’s faking the cry so she can leave the event early, or something worse. She wants you to feel pity so she can move you like a chess piece. Don't be a fool.” The Great Escape The violation of his words was the final push. He didn't just want my body and my company; he wanted to own my reality. “Is that what you think, Eddie?” I whispered. I reached up and wiped the lone tear from my face, smearing the dark mascara across my cheekbone like war paint. “You think I’m an actress? Fine. Let’s see how you handle the final act.”

He said in a reprimanding tone but his eyes told me he was just being sarcastic I didn't realized but then my hand immediately came to my cheeks,noticing them wet. When did it happened.I think in panic .But I don't cry easily,I'm used to seeing such situations. I immediately removed wetness from my cheeks almost blushing at my actions. I'm not crying and why would I cry for a jerk like you.Mother Earth would be glad to be free from such maniac. His mouth curved upwards a little. I'm not crying for you its just hospital shifts and all that stuff is stressing me out