Crying Shoulder Novels & Stories

🫶 LEXI 🫶 A sharp, burning pain exploded through my left shoulder. "Ahhh!" I cried out and collapsed onto my knees, clutching the spot as though something had pierced straight through me. It hurt. It hurt so much. My breathing became ragged as wave after wave of agony shot through my body. "W-Why...?" My fingers dug into my shoulder. There was no wound. No blood either. Then why did it feel like I'd been struck? My eyes lifted to look at him.

He approached her closer and asked, "What is wrong with you?" She didn't bother to answer him, instead she closed her eyes and stilled in position silently hoping she would calm down but after a few seconds her emotions stirred once more. She felt a wave of pain and exhaustion coming over… Fresh tears came out rolling in her cheeks, blurring her sight… She had to bite her lips to muffle her sobs but her shoulders betrayed her nonetheless... They were shaking because she was fucking crying… "Athena Adams!" His eyes fell on her trembling shoulders, making him feel strangely distressed. He clenched his fist and took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to yank her.

I ran to the other end of the room and without breaking momentum, turned and ran at the door full speed. The door didn't break, but my shoulder did. I fell to the floor yowling in pain. Out of reflex or maybe just habit, I gritted my teeth together waiting for the pain to increase as the bones knitted back together. The pain increases alright, but there was no healing. I was not a werewolf anymore. For the first time since losing Dean, I cried. Maybe it was the pain from the dislocated shoulder. Or the fact that I was locked up and couldn't get out. I tried to tell myself it was the shoulder. It hurt like a son of a bitch and I hadn't even tried to move it yet.

And then, I felt something wet cascade down my shoulder. Evan was crying, too.

I let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. The next thing I know, the wolf disappears as a light grey wolf tackles it off of me, but he hadn't removed his canines from my shoulder, so he leaves 3 long tears over my shoulder. I can't stop crying but I try to get up wanting to go and help Mum but I collapse back to the ground, hitting my newly injured shoulder.

It came around my shoulder and his hand griped the back of my neck. I stood there, breathless. Emotion tumbled through me, pitched through my consciousness and spilled into my chest, tightening it even more. I brought my arm up and my forehead pressed against his shoulder, my eyes closed and tears went down, I was freaking crying, this day has drained me of everything I had, "I am sorry," He mumbled, "For hurting you, for hurting her..." His hand tightened over my neck and he mumbled in my shoulder, "Take care of yourself, okay?"

I tried to control my emotions, to hold it in, but the more I tried, the more I cried. Storm did not say a word. He just looked at me. After a while, he moved closer to me and put his arms around me, letting me cry on his shoulder. I buried my face in his chest and cried uncontrollably. He gently stroked my hair as I cried. This was something I was not use to at all, I never had a male shoulder to cry on, the few female shoulders I thought I had throughout my childhood and adulthood all proved very fake. Nothing was genuine with most of them.

My shoulders shook with such force that my entire frame trembled, as if I were being torn apart from the inside. Each sob was a knife twisting deeper into my chest, ripping open wounds I didn't know existed. I gasped for air between the wails, my lungs burning, my throat constricting until every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass. The sound was ugly, desperate, animalistic, a mother's anguish laid bare, stripped of all dignity, all pretense of strength.

My surroundings were getting slightly foggy and I felt hazy , I could tell I was slipping away . " J..Jace . Stop . " My voice comes out hoarse as he finally yanks his teeth out causing me to gasp in pain . Tears form in my eyes involuntarily in response to the excruciatingly painful laceration in my shoulder . I try to push at his shoulders but he was holding me steady , his hands on my waist . I wanted to look at the damage that was done . My arm hurt too much for me to push him . I can only hold back a sob .

Mу tears аrе thе ѕnоttу type of сrуіng that lеаvеѕ уоur face red аnd уоur еуеѕ swollen. Sо much fоr сrуіng those lady-like, gеntlе tеаrѕ. I’vе nеvеr been grасеful іn mу grief. Anger аnd snot; thаt’ѕ mу ѕtуlе nоnе of those dеlісаtе еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ оf аnguіѕh. I juѕt соllарѕе аnd I саn’t ѕtор іt frоm hарреnіng аgаіn nоw. “Carrie, it’s оk. Juѕt hold оn, I’ll be there soon.”