Romans & histoires Danganronpa Crying

She stared into two dark pools of passion. “Ben” “Um” “Ben” “Um” Dana stretched her hand to pinch him “Does it hurt?” She asked anxiously with anticipation and trepidation. “Um” “Thank you, lord… it’s not a dream!” Dana sighed, tears streaming down. “Baby why are you crying?” Ben panicked as he wiped her tears. Everyone watched the two in tears. “Now that everything is well… can you tell me why your reaction was so strange?” Lara couldn’t hold it in any longer.

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

3rd Person's POV Flowers were thrown left and right as the coffin slowly goes down the ground. Sound of sobs, weeps, and loud cries are heard around. Gabbie is holding her mother who cannot be calmed as she is draining herself with her nonstop tears coming out. Gabbie was sitting silently as she stare at nowhere. She cannot even realize that her tears are flowing on their own and wetting her cheeks. She doesn't understand any of the happenings. It was too fast and she can't ride on it. She must be walking too slow.

Dora was in a lot of pain, she opened her eyes and realized Ryan was the one that had woken her up, She didn't want to talk or even be awake, the pain was unbareable, she tried to tell him to at least leave her alone but the pain was too much to the point she couldn't even talk, She began to cry holding her stomach tightly, She had never cried in front of people her entire life, her father taught her crying made her look weak and he didn't have a weak daughter so she was always expected to act strong but at this moment, she didn't, she just wanted to die

Her world shattered into a thousand fragmented pieces, mirroring the broken shards of glass strewn across the floor. "No! It can't be! Anna is supposed to be dead!" Darlyn's voice rose to a piercing scream, reverberating off the walls of her empty condo. Her anguish manifested in wild, frenzied movements as she flung herself onto the floor, her body convulsing with each gut-wrenching sob.

By hearing the news, he barged in to the room shouting: "WHERE is dado..tell me she's ok... Hayat please" he was crying and his eyes were red... "why you stop pumping...Why you people stop pumping...I will do it for her..." HE was moving here and there shouting. I have never seen him so raw.He was always in control of his emotions. "I would do it for her thousand times, If it makes her alive.Please tell me Haya she's ok."..tears were rolling uncontrollably through his face.

My heart was racing in fear and excitement as his cold hands dug into my arms, drawing a wince out of me. “I want you to keep testing me so I can keep evolving with different ways I could make you pay for your wrongs.” A sob escaped my throat then, my chest unable to carry the overwhelming emotions again, and I managed to bite it back. But my eyes betrayed me instead, spilling my tears in their streams down my cheeks. Damon stepped back from me in shock, tearing his hands away from my arms like they had just been burned. “What’s wrong?” He queried, looking clueless as fuck. “Why are you crying all of a sudden? Is it something I said?”

The cry is pitiful and broken but filled with unsaid words and ignored feelings. Once the first cry leaves his lips, Ronan can't stop the next or the one coming after, his tears now falling freely. If Diaz were to see him in this state, he would lose his trust. A hitman who can't handle killing a target, regardless of their identity, is useless. Yet, Ronan can't seem to find a good reason to care.

Dora looks utterly unhinged; a figure consumed entirely by the internal fire of her suffering. She isn’t just crying or screaming anymore; she is thrashing, tearing at herself with the manic, terrifying intensity of an individual who has completely lost the grounding of reality, trapped in a private, agonizing hell. “Do you still not get it? Why don’t you get it? I’m not happy, Dad. He was my whole world. When he died, my whole world crumbled. It was burnt into ash alongside his body. I was so scared; I couldn’t even cry because I was scared crying would make it all real. Maybe if I didn’t cry, it would turn out to be a fucking dream, or an act, a prank? All I wanted for him was happiness, b

God, I was crying but why was I crying is it because I will be left alone here or because I was scared that Darian is going to get killed these men are much and they are with weapons while he has nothing. "No Darian you can't go out there I am afraid they are going to kill you please don't go" I cried tears dripping down my face the tears I didn't notice has gathered in my eyes came flowing down freely as I hold him tight on his shirt preventing him from going. ***************