Dazai Crying Novels & Stories

There was no way of stopping my hand as it shot up, pressing hard over my mouth as I tired to stifle the scream that tore it's way up my throat and passed my lips. The girl, staring back at me in the mirror, looked broken beyond repair. Hair twisted in knots, as if it had been caught out in the wind all day. My once nice purple long sleeve shirt and jeans now torn and crumpled, like each piece of clothing had been raked against tree after tree, shredding the fibers. Still, the one thing that my left eye couldn't look away from, was the blistering frost bite that ran across the other side of my face, where my once cool artic blue eye sparkled, mesmerising those in it's sight. The putrid smell

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

And it was terrifying. Regret? I didn't regret anything. The people whose lives I had ruined deserved it and I won't stop until I get justice for her. Besides, the pain I was constantly going through was enough Karma. Not to mention this new dilemma Ryu put me in. I've seen Haruto and Toshiro naked countless times. I never got any reaction. He used his hand goddamn it. Just his hand and I'm a pathetic mess. I then noticed someone staring at me and turned sideways to see Dai. A small guy with a mop of dark hair, wearing hot pink pants and a white shirt. His nails were painted pink along with his lips. I immediately saw red.

I try to move, but my legs betray me, and I collapse to the floor. I fall to my knees where my chest tightens painfully, and my mouth quivers as I try to hold back the sobs, but I fail. A wretched sound escapes me—a cry so raw, so deep that it feels like it’s coming from my very soul. I bury my hands into the thick rug beneath me, gripping it as if it could somehow anchor me. But nothing stops the flood. The tears blind me, my vision blurs as the sobs wrack through me. I dig my face into my palms, trying to muffle the sound, but I cannot contain it. My entire body trembles uncontrollably. I cry until there’s nothing left inside me but the hollow ache of loss. This is the moment—this is where

But my tears wouldn't stop. "Are you okay?" My head snapped up instinctively. My breath caught and I spun around too fast, wiping my soaked face with my sleeves. Dary was staring at me. Her brows were pinched together. "You're crying," she said gently. I sniffed, blinking rapidly as I tried to get rid of the tears. Why was I crying so much? Why was this hitting me like I'd been punched in the chest? These were supposed to be happy tears... tears of relief.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

She had no answer to these questions, and it scared her to the core. It scared her so much that she collapsed to the naked ground in fits and began to cry. ……. DARIUS POV Darius gripped the railings of his balcony, his gaze fixed on the action in his courtyard. He'd promised himself he wouldn't watch Brielle leave the mansion, but he wanted a sneak peek. So now, here he was. Darius looked down at her, his eyes blinking as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Why was he crying? Why was he even feeling this way? Why did he feel so horrible about everything when this was precisely what he wanted?

It’s more than one person should ever bear. Out of nowhere, Dario retreats and Kane sinks to the floor. He pulls his legs up to his chest and throws his arms over his head, grabbing the back of his neck. I’ve seen him cry before -- when Shay died -- but not like this. It's the helpless tears of utter despair. He was quiet, but his whole body shook, and every so often, he let out a soft sigh. My heart shatters, seeing my beautiful, strong mate come apart like that.

The sound of my crying echoed throughout the bathroom like the hoarse, shrill screeches of some unknown bird, horrible and awful, ripping out of my body from a place I had buried deep within my chest. It felt good to cry, wrapped up in the arms of Agatha who had refused to compete with me about being the general of Darius’ army. For a few seconds, I could fall into arms that would pick me back up. I could let it out. I was safe now... I was truly safe, I could feel it, I didn't need to worry anymore... I could break. I could break. I was breaking and it felt good. At least, that's what I thought until the door suddenly smashed open and I saw Darius standing there, looming like

Raven’s pov “How are you not crying?” I asked Dax, sniffing loudly. He shrugged, trying to hide his grin. I hit his chest jokingly. “Isn’t it emotional? I mean, after all of the battle he still ended up dying,” I let out, not able to control the tears. Dax quickly shook his head. “It is just a movie, Raven. This was supposed to cheer you up, please don’t start crying again,” he pleaded. He was genuinely concerned, and it made me burst out laughing.