Dazai Crying Novels & Stories

I went to Daus, sitting on his bed. “It’s so late at night; why are you refusing to eat?” I asked. “Mommy,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. He has cried so hard. “Mommy is gone,” I said. He kept quiet, and soon his body shook; he was crying again. I carried him up, cleaning his cheeks. I feel so sorry for him. No child deserves this. “Stop crying, Daus; pretty boys don’t cry,” I said. He looked up at me, his brown eyes filled with tears.

I recognized his breaths. "AMI....." he cried and cried,then kissed my dado cold forehead.When everyone came to take Dado I saw forward,I saw him clutching his body with one hand,tears streaming down his cheeks,His eyes met mine.The intensity of pain almost killed me.So much emotions were swirling through those chocolate orbs. I looked down not able to stare,If I were old Hayat I would surrender to him but this time I left his eyes,the desire to have him.I let go this stupid love.

Upon hearing this confirmation, Dax started dancing in glee, “YES! I CAN SEE NOW TOO! SHE’S TALKING TO YOU DADA!” It was a good thing there weren’t that many people in the funeral home... Sigh... Dada had to sit down from the overwhelming emotion that she felt, and her tears flowed continuously. However, she still didn't say anything and that shell-shocked expression stayed on her face. I then sat next to her, to her left since the ghost was on her right..

She clutched the picture, her knuckles white, her vision blurring as tears welled, hot and stinging. Zara sank to the floor, the picture clutched to her chest, and sobbed. Deep, wrenching sobs that shook her entire body, tears streaming down her face, wetting the glass of the frame. She cried for the naive girl in the picture, for the friendship she had lost, for the love that had been a lie, for the pain she had endured. She cried until her throat was raw, her eyes swollen, and exhaustion finally claimed her, pulling her into a heavy, dreamless sleep right there on the floor, the photograph still clutched in her hand.

“Oh, Amore.” Dax moved his body so his hand was flattened right by my head and he was leaning down so he was eye level with me. “Don’t cry.” “I’m not crying! I am frustrated and embarrassed for telling you that! My stupid body’s reaction is to cry. I’m not sad…” I lied through my teeth and he knew it.

No one has to crush the innocent just to prove a point. “Why are you crying, Daddy?” Her small voice pulls me back, her tiny hand reaches out and touches my face. Wiping my tears. I freeze. I’m fucking shedding tears? I blink as it dawns on me that I am actually crying. My grip tightens around the picture frame in my hand. So tight I expect it to shatter any second, but it doesn’t. “I'm so sorry…” Dahlia’s voice breaks behind me. She steps forward, reaching for the child.

hurt is an understatement. Leaving me standing on the sidewalk, infront of Sara's house with tears threatening to pour out a river. I look at Dai's retreating car and wonder why I keep falling for a man who thinks I am cheap. I did try to keep it in but my eyes betrayed me when I step into the house. I cry out my broken heart and my girls hug me till there's no more tears to cry.

she implored and was getting even more miserable since the one she is begging not to leave, left already. She stayed there on the floor, witnessing the sun rises for a new tomorrow. Her tears never left her until the morning comes and her voice started to dry out. She cannot cry anymore after hours of outbursts. Those times she lent for herself to release are enough and it's now time to face the world outside, to face the person who caused her destruction.

I reached out, my fingers trembling, and found Darius. He turned toward me, his face streaked with soot and the gray dust from the scattered bodies. His eyes were wide, filled with a grief so profound that it made me recognise how doomed we were. As my hand closed around his, he lunged forward, throwing his arms around my neck.

But when Darius dropped to the ground, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud, tears burning in his eyes, something inside my chest cracked open in a way I hadn’t prepared for. Diala… or Crystal, as she had called herself, stood there on the verge of breaking too, her eyes glistening, her lips trembling like she was holding back a sob. And somehow… that sight gutted me. It tore through my resolve like it was nothing. I had to give her just one week, just one damn week, like Darius suggested.