Crying Metaphors Novels & Stories

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

“Yeah. Safe drive.” I made it to my room before the tears hit. Locked the door, slid down it exactly like last night, and cried so hard my whole body shook. Not angry crying. Not even the laughing-then-crying kind we’d done during research. Just pure, gut-wrenching sobs that wouldn’t stop. My wolf howled inside my head, mourning, and I couldn’t even tell it to shut up. I cried until my eyes swelled shut and my throat was raw. Cried for the knot and the silver thread and the moon water and the blood we spat out laughing. Cried because we’d fallen in love trying to fall out of it, and now he was gone and I was alone and the bond was still there, wide awake and aching.

I gave that up. I close my eyes, desperate not to let the tears filling them escape. I fail. They slip out, trail down my cheeks, fall from my face. I hold in the sob for as long as I can, lips quivering, chesttrembling, hands balled into fists. But I lose that battle too. The cry wretches itself up my throat, over my tongue, past my lips. At the last moment, I turn it into a scream. "Ah!!"

What was so enticing about them that you kept returning like a fly to fruit? A tear rolled down my face and made a perfect spherical drop on the dusty floor. Crying… I was actually crying. Why wouldn’t I? My love was taken from me. But at the end of the day, crying was pathetic; it was pointless; it wasn’t going to bring her back.

When she was angry and hurt, what she was saying became a metaphor or simile. Rhisha sighed and exhaled slowly. A sharp look she gave me. “Why are you laughing there, Queen? What's funny?" She even raised an eyebrow at me. I sipped the tea and refrained from laughing. I cleared my throat. “I love how you expressed your anger, Rhisha. Do you need help?” I smiled at her meaningfully, and she shook her head.

Each sob was a cathartic release, a plea for understanding, and a lament for the life I once knew. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of my sorrow. I yearned for a reprieve, a respite from the relentless storm that raged within me. But the tears persisted, cascading down my face like a ceaseless downpour, as if they held the weight of all the unanswered questions I carried.

This pregnant and feeble side of him, the tears in his eyes astonished her for a few seconds however she never thought of these things as a weakness. Crying is a part of human nature and it doesn’t matter if it's a man or woman who cries because everyone goes through the same kind of mental stress and pain that can make anyone cry. Human’s vulnerability is a sign that every human on this earth is allowed to feel pain and unhappiness.

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.

If anyone didn’t deserve to die, it was her. It was then that something in him broke and he knew he’d never be the same again. The pain, the agony crashed into him with such force that he staggered. His lungs were gasping for air and his heart screamed in anguish as darkness closed in on him. Her words seemed to float up to him from another time, another world. “Crying is not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign that you’ve been strong for too long…” And so Lucas fell to his knees and wept.

But instead of finding solace in the cold water, she only felt the ache in her heart grow stronger. A sad smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a bitter reminder of the futility of trying to numb her pain with something as fleeting as rain. No amount of water could extinguish the fire burning within her, consuming her from the inside out. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Ora 's facade crumbled, and she broke down into loud, wrenching sobs. Her cries echoed in the empty street, a haunting melody of anguish and despair as she clutched at her chest, as if trying to hold together the shattered pieces of her heart.