Don't Cry For Me Novels & Stories

for nothing. Huminga ako nang malalim at pinunasan ang mga luha sa gilid ng mata ko. I don't want Elijah to see that I'm crying. Ayaw ko ring naiisip niyang nasasaktan ako. I need to be strong. For my son... for them.

Puno ng luha ang pisngi nito habang nakatingin sa 'kin. "D-Don't cry for me, I'll be okay. Don't remember me with sadness. Don't remember me with tears. Just remember all the laughter we've shared through the years with your sisters. When you've got me in your mind. Just remember that I'm walking in your steps, only half a step behind. So please don't be unhappy. Just because I'm no longer with you and your sisters. Remember that your Mama is always be with her beautiful daughters... a-always..."

It pains me, but the thought of Ali tried to fix everything then caught them pains me the most. "She cried when she saw me watching them, but my cousin just looked at me with a smirked on his face. I wanna punch him, but I realized that it will be useless. She apologized many times, but she didn't say she don't want me to leave her. She didn't say she will having a hard time if I leave, or even say she loves me. Doon pa lang alam ko nang talo na ako, alam ko nang tapos na ang lahat." Tumingin siya uli sa akin ngunit may namumuo na ring luha sa mata niya. Hindi ko na na-control ang sarili ko, agad kong tinawid ang pagitan namin at niyakap siya nang napakahigpit kasabay ng pagtulo ng luha ko.

humagolgol kong wika kay Solomon. Niyakap ako ni Solomon. Alam kong nagsasabi ito ng totoo na nasasaktan siya kapag ganito ako pero wala akong magawa. Nagmahal lang ako at hindi ko inaasahan na sa pagtibok ng puso ko ay isang malaking kalbaryo pala ang mapapasukan ko. "Don't cry, please." "Hindi ko mapigil." "Pigilan mo o sasabayan kitang umiyak?"

Living as Athena, I learned how to have a great tolerance when it comes to holding up my tears kahit durog na durog na ako. “Dad, please don’t do this…” huminga muna ako nang malalim. “Leave him alone and I’ll do whatever you want…” I begged him. For Cristoff’s future, I would sacrifice my happiness. For him, I would live in sadness. I thought I would never cry in front of my father but I was totally wrong. I really didn’t want to say the words but what I said next made me burst into tears… as I slowly shattered into pieces.

Yakap siya ni Austin at hindi niya magawang makawala it was so frustrating na wala siyang magawa ngayon but to cry,she can't even wipe her tears dahil naka posas siya. Mukhang hindi napapansin ni Austin na umiiyak na siya she was controlling herself not to make a sound nakayuko siya,but her tears at ang sipon niya ay nalulusaw na. Suminghot siya dahilan para napatingin si Lazarus sa rearview mirror and to her surprised Austin cupped her face. "Why the hell are you crying?!" He sounds mad ngunit natataranta ito,he gently wipe her tears she try to moved ngunit hindi siya maka alpas sa hawak nito.

tanong niya kaya naman sinagot ko siya. “Dahil malungkot ang maging only child, isipin mo nag-iisa ka lang na anak, wala kang kapatid na p’wede mong maging kalaro, nakukuha ko nga ang lahat pero hindi ko naman masabi sa sarili ko na masaya talaga ako sa mga natatanggap ko,” sagot ko at agad na gumuhit ang kalungkutan sa kaniyang mga mata.

Gym is not forever, napaaga lang ang retirement ko. Kailangang mahanap ko si Arzelle. Siya lang ang pangarap ko sa ngayon. Siya lang! "Damn Arzelle, I miss you badly," bulalas ko lumanghap ng hangin mula sa bintana. Hindi ko na napigilan ang mga luha ko. Sabi nila real man don't cry for himself but with this too much pain and loneliness inside me, it's hard to escape and to cry is the only way to lighten my pain.

[Oh, I'm sure, you don't need me anymore So I'll go on, try my best to just move on Now that it's over, I have to get over]

There was no point in arguing with him. Kinuha niya ang purse ko sa likod ng counter at ibinigay sa akin. He walks over to open the door, stepping aside to allow me to exit first. I quickly sling my purse over my shoulder and head out the door, thanking him in the process. Arguing with a Fierdo is like arguing whether your life is worth being spared. And the answer is usually no. Sumasakit lang ang ulo ko sa kanya.