Crying Manga Novels & Stories

“...Stop crying~..look at me…Babe…it’s all in the past…I am fine…it was hard at the time..but that is just how it is…Thank you for crying for me…but, if going to cry some more..someone will get their eyes swollen for the whole day..” “You went through so much…I just felt that..Oppa..has hurt so much…because they used you…and I know that losing comrades…is so painful, yet even after all you have been through..they should compensate you…give you a medal and raise you up..instead…they just discarded you……Oppa~….huuu~…You’re okay..right?..”. (Hwa Young)

He swore on the Bible and promised me that things between him and Fiora had ended long ago, thoroughly and completely. "Do you really intend to go, Marco?" I asked, my voice trembling. Marco left without looking back. His retreating figure was steadfast, even bearing a sense of solemn finality. I found myself laughing as a sudden pain shot through my lower abdomen and blood flowed across the floor. I wasn't able to keep the baby after all of this.

Broken Open Aria I didn’t cry prettily. I want to be clear about that because I’ve read enough books to know that women in stories cry in ways that are somehow still attractive — single tears, trembling lips, quiet dignity. That is not what happened to me on Caden’s couch at eight thirty in the morning. What happened was ugly and loud and completely without warning, the kind of crying that starts somewhere in your chest before your brain has finished processing what triggered it and arrives on your face as a full collapse before you can decide whether to let it.

I groaned and held my head, closing my eyes tight till it ebbed down. Ryu... I started to laugh. How I felt exactly? Even I didn't know. There were so many emotions. Fear, anger, hatred. But the greatest was despair. I wanted to disappear. This feeling... I didn't like it at all. I laughed and laughed. I didn't know why I was laughing. Nothing was funny but I was laughing. My heart was aching but I was laughing. My head hurt but I was laughing. I felt empty but I was laughing. It wasn't until I felt my wet cheeks that I stopped. I touched my face. I was crying. Why was I laughing and crying?

I won’t let them control you. I continued to cry. Full-body, snot-filled, ugly crying. Sliding to the floor as I clutched my knees to my chest. Nova let out a few howls herself. Feeling the sadness and despair with me. I kept going until there was nothing left. Even after I had no more tears left to cry and I my stomach was sore from heaving up nothing. Until I was left with only exhaustion.

her shout that can still be heard by Mizuki who hasn't gone far. Mizuki leaned her body against the wall beside her, her tears suddenly flowed feeling the tightness in her chest. Mizuki sobbed, he hit his chest. Why? Why did it feel like he had been in such a situation before? Did he also die from being treated cruelly like what he is doing now? Mizuki was breathing heavily, but he immediately stepped outside. Trying to look strong, he should at least disappear from the demon residence. But no matter how hard Mizuki tried to hold back his tears, the liquid continued to flow rapidly along with the tightness that made Mizuki even more unable to stand it. He kept hitting his chest. Expect the p

She never stopped asking me how am I feeling and I keep saying I'm okay, my body is but not my heart. Everyone's quiet. No one intended to talk. The pain keeps on lingering inside me and my tears seems too shallow to fall in just a matter of seconds. I wiped it eventually but another batch replaced it. I sighed heavily. "You can cry..." Yukenzo said and wiped it for me. I nodded and those tears seemed to hear it because right fucking then, they fell continuously.

Vanessa chuckled while messing with her hair,"Just let those sadness flow by your tears, just cry until you can't anymore. Crying is also part of being a human, if you can't cry then you are weak, if you cry then you are strong. Strong enough to break down after all those heavy burdens, sadness nd loneliness that you are carrying. So, at least by crying, those burdens will also fall like your tears. Then one day, you can smile in relief and said 'Ah... cry does really make someone strong, look at me now... I'm unbeatable when it comes to those burden, I became strong because of these' Cry until you can't anymore. You older sister will always here as your cry shoulder and a beautiful advisor.

No. No. No. It's indescribable how I feel, mostly because I actually can't feel shit. It's like I left my body and turned into somebody else, just watching a pathetic man in his twenties with brown curly hair fall to his knees, crying, no not fucking crying, wailing would be a better word. Wailing and holding on to the small, unconcious girl, bleeding from about a hundred places on her body, laying in a puddle of her own blood.

"Did I say yes to your question?" "Even if you don't, I can feel it." "And you'll trust your guts? Do all humans think like this?" Mune said, his eyes turning red. Her eyes suddenly spat a bunch of tears. "...w-what are you doing?" Yna's tears turned into a loud cry. "Washing clothes? OF COURSE, I'M CRYING!" Yna replied. "P-please!! This isn't the perfect time to cry!" "Is there a perfect time to do so? Do I have to follow that too?" she said. Mune didn't know what to do.