Don't Cry For Me Novels & Stories

, she whimpers. I go out of words and hum. "I don't cry because I can't. I don't want Kane to hear me crying. I don't want him to see my blood-red eyes because they never go back to normal soon. I don't want him to feel that he was unsuccessful in making me forget those things. Honestly, he can't do that. There are a few things no one can do for us" "I know", a whisper escapes my lips. "But don't you think he has the right to watch you crying?"

I CAN'T HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT, THE PAIN IS SO GREAT THAT I CAN'T CRY I WOULD LIKE TO CRY BUT I CAN'T CRY ANYMORE I LOVED HIM SO MUCH AND HE LEFT NEVER TO RETURN. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zxnfmFsqPo ) END.

"Cassie, if it hurts, say something. Don't force yourself." His voice was soft, like the man who once loved and spoiled me. But my heart felt nothing. I looked up into those deep blue eyes. Once, they held only me. Now? Just contempt and impatience. "I'm fine," I said, voice calm and hollow. Adriano hesitated. I used to cry over a paper cut. Now... "You really have changed," he muttered, eyes unreadable. I dropped my gaze and stayed quiet. People change—especially when their hearts get crushed.

ARIA'S POV; "Don't cry for him. He's not worth it!" Doona yelled over the music, throwing her hands in the air as if to buttress her point. Sitting in front of the bartender, with my eyes on the empty shots in front of me, I bit my lip, holding back my tears.

Not crying. My blood runs cold.

Scarlett “I’m sorry…” I started crying, my voice breaking as I rubbed my palms together desperately, still crouched on the floor. Tears streamed down my face, hot and fast. “I never meant to act that way. Please do not kill me,” I begged, sobbing hard. “I promise that nobody will hear of this that happened today. Just… just let me be. Please.”

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" ~

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. He had become such a crybaby after his grandma's death. When his family passed away, he didn't cry the way he cried- no wailed at his grandma's funeral. That was when he had truly felt alone. He didn't have any family and he had lost contact with all his friends. In fact, he still didn't have a family and only a handful of friends- if he could include a dying girl, her entire family, a prostitute, an ex co-worker who he couldn't stand because she talked too much and some distant relatives. He was still alone. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

he says with a sigh. That word and the way he says it breaks the dam. I start to cry in a way I haven't been able to all week. For once, I don't hold back. I'm a blubbering mess as Cass rubs my back and whispers comforting words. I needed this without knowing it. I realize now, that this past week, I let Valentina win. She wanted to drive a wedge between me and Cass and I let her.

I cried until the raw helplessness filled the whole of me, consumed me, and then left me empty. I wasn't sure how much time had passed before I ran out of tears. My throat was hoarse from sobbing. My face was swollen from scorching streams that had now dried, itching my skin.