Crying Shoulder Novels & Stories

"Crying." Her lips clenched to hide the tremors while holding back her tears from falling. I immediately pulled her onto my shoulder so she could cry without worrying about anything. She could cry without my eyes, even the eyes of the world, knowing. She had to let go of the tears by sinking into my shoulder. And I will continue to accompany her crying. *** It had been about ten minutes since she shed her emotions. She released my embrace, rubbing her face vigorously with both hands. "Feeling relieved already? Has your fire gone out?"

As if that isn’t satiating enough, I feel like I spent the last decades of my life on a rollercoaster of agony. My voice comes out as a croak when I call her. “Melissa.” “Kaya, are you okay?” My throat hurts from not having taken water since I woke up today, and judging from the absence of light behind the closed curtains, I know it’s night already. “I...” My voice caught up in my throat, wincing at a pain in my shoulders. I almost forgot that. “My shoulder...” It’s fixated with plaster, but I can still feel numb there, more like I can barely move it.

He grabbed my elbows and bowed. "You shouldn't move your shoulders too much," he whispered as he gently squeezed the back of my elbow. "Does it still hurt?" He asked again. I was about to lash out on him when I felt my throat clogged. I had a hard time speaking so I took a deep breath and looked at her hair facing me. When he raised his head, I quickly averted my eyes. I feel like crying again. I promised myself then that I would never cry again, but why do I keep crying now?

His shoulders were violently shaking from how hard he was crying. I did not know what to do.

With that feeling and thought in mind, he walked up to her and held her shoulder. “What do you think you're doing huh? Trying to hide your tears and pain? Listen child, doing that is useless. It won't help you in any way, it will instead make things worse. You shouldn't hide your pain and tears, instead you should let them out. Crying is a healing process. In order to heal and move on from our burdens, anguish and sorrows, it's necessary to cry once or twice. Hiding or controlling it will only make it worse. You have to let it all out, just let it out child”.

I wrapped my hands around him, and it wasn't to play into his sick games, it was to stab him before he could. However, all of a sudden, the knife slipped from my gasp when he buried his face on my shoulders and something wet trailed from my shoulder. My heart stopped for a second as he tightened his grip around me, his body trembling slightly and at first, I was confused. What was happening? Why could I feel something wet on my shoulders? Tears? Thorne was crying on my shoulders? That was impossible. Thorne had never cried. I had never even seen him shed a tear in all the time that I had spent with him. He had never even cried for Celeste, so how could he cry for me?

Kanya weakly muttered. Without warning, Kanya threw herself at me. She hugged me tightly, while her tears fell freely over my shoulders. Why is she suffering so much? My heart hurts when I see her in a state of confusion like this. “Cry as much as you want. Cry on my shoulder.” 🍁 Happy Reading 🍁 It can be very comforting when you can cry loose on the shoulder of someone who is also giving his shoulder to you. — Apple Leaf

he uttered. I didn't answer as I wrapped his arms around my shoulder, but just when we were about to leave the area, stinging pain on my shoulder made me cry in pain. I looked at my arm, and blood was gushing out of it. I was too stunned that I couldn't even utter a single word.

A sob racked through my body, this caught my mate’s attention, who was glaring at the wound as if threatening it to heal quickly. Cupping my face, looked at me worriedly, tears brimmed his eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore and hugged him tightly. I cried on his shoulder. He was rubbing my back gently. I cried for his love, for being deplorable. I cried my heart out.

His touch felt warm and comforting, instantly easing some of the pain I was feeling. Seeing Jason take care of me like this, I couldn’t help but wrap my arms tightly around his waist, crying my heart out for the first time in so many years. All my emotions—the pain that was buried deep somewhere beneath me—are trying to come in the form of tears. I cried with all that was left inside me. As I sobbed, Jason held me tighter, his embrace offering solace and understanding. At that moment, I realized that it was okay to let go and allow myself to be vulnerable, knowing that he would always be there to support me.