Crying Shoulder Novels & Stories

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.”

I shoo him away while crying. Instead of following what I told him, Clauros hugged me tightly. I also hugged him tightly and cried on his shoulders. I need someone to cry on. A shoulder that I could lean on. And Clauros is there, offering his shoulder for me to cry and to lean on as my friend. "Just cry. Cry everything that hurts you and then tell me everything that happened that makes you cry like this," Clauros said while stroking my back. I did what he told me. I cry and let out the pain inside my heart. I only stopped when somehow my feelings got better but not my heart.

And he was the first one on my wish list. I won't get him. I know that " hic...Hic.." No. Don't cry. It's not hurting that much to cry. Dad poured two gallons of ice into my water still I didn't cry. Why are you crying just because he won't come? Silly. Just don't cry... "Fuck! My eyes are burning. I'm not crying. My eyes are stinging. I am not crying. I am not!" My knees are weak. Hah! Why are my shoulders so heavy? It's not a big deal, yet I am getting emotional. When did I become so weak? When?

Her shoulder already hurts so bad. Her chocolate-brown eyes were streaming with tears as she held her shoulder; she was very hurt. She sat on the ground and sobbed uncontrollably as she felt more agony in her shoulder. She was primarily crying because she was drowning in darkness and the memories of her son kept flashing through her mind, leaving her helpless to fall apart rather than because of the pain he had caused on her shoulder. “Give me stupid reasons to live” she hissed as she was not only Angry, but she was frustrated at the same time.

“God—” My hand flew to my temple, fingers pressing hard like I could hold my head together, like it wasn’t about to split open. The movement tugged at something else, and a sharp, tearing ache ripped through my shoulder. “Holy shit!“ I cussed under my breath, gripping my shoulder. The ache slowly spread from my shoulder down my arm in a hot, throbbing wave, stealing the strength from my fingers. My arm sagged uselessly at my side, heavy and wrong.

I threw my arms around him. I hugged him while sobbing, I couldn't help the spittle from discharging out of my mouth as I sobbed on his shoulder. Unaware of the sudden tears in the first place. Relief flooded through me as he held me with one of his hand and let me cry more on his shoulder. It was what I needed that moment, someone to hold me, a shoulder to cry on. I was strong, but even the strong broke down. Needed rest from the role she was playing in the world. If someone had told me three days ago, that I would cry on Alex's shoulder, I would've been amused.

When I felt his bare skin on my hand, I firmly gritted my teeth as my eyes shut tight. I was about to shove Jaxson away when I heard a series of sobs, I also felt my shirt slowly being wet from his tears. Jaxson… He’s crying on my shoulder. My hands went right to his back and softly stroked it instead of pushing him away. It breaks my heart that I am unable to do anything but listen to him cry. After a few minutes of keeping in this position, I gently grasped Jaxson’s shoulder and slowly moved him away from my body. His solemn eyes glistened with tears as he stared at me. Even his nose had turned red from sobbing.

My whole body got wet with my crying. “Kara... you were taking a bath earlier. That's right. The water is still cold. That's not good.” Both my shoulders went up and down with the intensity of my crying. Mommy can't see. I have my back to her now. She knows's nothing. I can't tell her.

She covered her face with her hands and broke into quiet, painful sobs. I didn't care about my iced tea anymore. I set my glass down on the wood and shifted closer to her, wrapping my arms tightly around her shaking shoulders. The moment my arms went around her, she leaned into me completely. She buried her face against my shoulder, crying hard, holding onto my shirt like a frightened child.

She adjusted quickly, burying her face in my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my waist like she needed the anchor. At first her crying was quiet — just warm tears soaking into my shirt. Then it built up. Her shoulders started shaking harder, her breaths turning into broken little sobs. I held her closer, one hand stroking slow circles on her back while the other rested gently on the back of her head.