Crying Shoulder Novels & Stories

Sort of. She took a shuddering breath and clutched her knees harder, closed her eyes and felt the pressure build in her chest. Finally that first tear fell, trickling onto her cheek. She dashed it away instinctively, but another came, and another, and then she really was crying. Her shoulders shaking, the tears streamed as ragged sobs tore from her throat. She pressed her hot face into the pillow and let all the misery out.

Massaging his shoulder warily, I kneeled down to face him, and when our eyes met, he immediately covered his face with his little hands, sobbing and crying hard as he tried to hide it through his little hands. "Baby, shh..." I pulled him for a tight but warm hug, not too tight that it could hurt him, only enough for him to feel that I am with him and that I will never leave him. "Mommy is okay, hmm? I am okay. Mommy is strong." My voice shuddered at the end. His shoulders were moving up and down as he sobbed hard. I caressed his back as I hugged him tight, and slowly, I felt his little fingers wrapping my back as he cried on my shoulder.

I prop my elbows on my legs and hide my face behind my hands, not knowing exactly why I’m crying. But Cathy kneels on the floor in front of me and pulls me into a warm embrace, allowing me to cry in her arms. Without saying a word, she just stands there, stroking my back and letting me cry my eyes out. And somehow, that’s exactly what I needed — a genuine shoulder to lean on. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

My knees wobble and all of a sudden, my upper body felt too heavy for my knees to carry. Before I could bring myself to say another word, my legs shook, sending me tumbling to the floor. Jason sighed heavily, “isabel, why are you overreacting?” His voice was too calm as he spoke those annoying words, “You knew this would happen eventually. What we had was always contractual.” The air left my lungs as if he had slapped me. “Contractual?” I repeated, barely able to comprehend the harshness in his voice. “The contract ended two years ago, Jason!” I yelled.

I know I didn't, but the slap was brutal as if it was meant to show how much I was hated for something I didn't even do. I tried to get up except for the pain in my right shoulder stirred to life. Staying in my spot next to the bed, I brought my knees closer to my breasts and put my head on it. What I needed the most at this moment was a shoulder. So I could cry my heart out. Who was I kidding?

His embrace tightened when he felt my shoulders start shaking. “It’s okay to cry if you need to.”

My mouth stretched wide in grief, the corners pulled down, quivering as if the pain was clawing its way out of me but no sound came out just the tears. It wasn’t just a cry, it was a sound ripped from the depths of my soul, raw and jagged, echoing the kind of hurt words could never carry. My shoulders hunched forward, chest heaving as though each breath cost me something precious, and my fingers clawed at the air, desperate for something, anything to hold onto.

But it was difficult because it kept bouncing across every corner of the hallway as if coming from every room at the same time. I threw the weight of my right shoulder against a particular door. I knew it was futile but I couldn’t just stay back and do nothing while my kids were crying and in pain. However, I stopped and crumpled to the floor when I heard the bones of my upper arm and shoulder snap from being dislocated due to all the slamming.

I whined, letting out a humorless chuckle. She threw her arm around my shoulder, letting me rest my head on her shoulder. “Well, I’m also a crybaby, and people don’t understand how crying is helpful, you get things off your chest—all the anger, the tension and whatever is annoying you—crying makes you feel better,” she assured, and I lifted my head, looking at her with a weak smile. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger,” she murmured—the corner of her lips quivered into a tight-lipped smile.

Someone touched my shoulder, and I looked up to see Bryce looking down at me with a worried expression. "Hey," he said and sat down beside me. I did not know why but I burst into tears. Bryce did not say anything to me, he drew closer to me, placed my head on his shoulder and let me cry. I was mortified by my outburst of emotions, but I also reminded myself that I was human, and it was okay to hurt. I controlled myself after a while and wiped my tears, while Bryce sat there offering me a shoulder. When I was calm enough, I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheek and sniffed.