Don't Cry For Me Novels & Stories

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

#Dorothy’s POV# There’s nothing left to cry, but somehow I’m still crying. My face is puffy. My lips are cracked. My chest feels caved out. My arms, limp. My legs, weak. But the tears just won’t stop. They fall in this slow, silent, constant way that makes it feel like I’m leaking from the inside out. I don’t even know what I’m crying about anymore. The babies? Rico? Joel?

He choked on his words, unable to answer. I took a deliberate step closer to him. "Did you honestly assume that as long as you gave me a hug in the end, bought me a box of tarts, and told me to be a good girl, I would just swallow every ounce of humiliation?" Winston’s eyes were entirely bloodshot. "I just... I got too used to you always being there." "I know," I replied, nodding slowly. "And that's exactly why I am gone." The moment those words left my mouth, he leaned heavily against the wall, dropping his head as if the pain had finally dealt a physical blow.

My heart thudded so fucking fast I was convinced it was going to burst. Tears pricked from my eyes. I reached out and wiped them quickly, sniffling. I must not cry. I'll never cry. I'm a man. Men don't cry. Yes, real men don't cry. I did the right thing by not signing that bullshit! What a psychotic, sick, heartless bastard. I'll figure out something, I'm sure of it. After all, I'm still The Legendary Tate Parker. And giving up isn't in Tate Parker's blood. I got this.

Never cry on worthless things, my child. 'You can run, but you can't cry' 'Méah, run!' 'Remember...don't cry!' 'Stop it. You're too old to cry.' 'I told you to be careful. It's not my fault anymore.' "Hey! What's wrong?" "Are you okay?" "Hey! Can you hear me?!" Méah took a heavy gasp for air and bolted from the bed, sitting. She held unto her knees tightly, eyes shut. It was like she'd been drowned in the middle of a vast ocean for hours. It took minutes to recover the normal pace of her heartbeat back.

] I almost delete it. But I don’t. I hit send. And then I do something I haven’t done in a very long time. I cry.

Or worse like he doesn’t believe him. Kai’s fingers curl at his sides. “You’re not?” he asked. Kai blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift in tone. “…No.” A beat. “Thank God you finally believe me,” Kai muttered. Noah’s lips twitched. “You don't need to be shy” he said quietly. Kai frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Noah held his gaze. Didn’t blink. “It’s your job, you don't need to pretend”. “Oh God!!”. Kai yelled silently.

I don't want to leave it with me dying in a pool of blood and you crying. -You see? Right there you have made a mistake- He puffed out his chest and I held back a laugh. He got very macho when he wanted to -Do not Cry. I was sad, but that was because I had a cold and my eyes were watering. That you were dying in front of me did not cause it. Nothing can make me cry, Mrs. King. He winked at me and I laughed.

I don’t know if I have enough to give someone else, let alone myself. “I— I need some time and space.” I reach up and wrap my hands around his, pulling them from me. “Meaning what, Daphne?” “I just don’t know if I can do this right now. I’m not angry with you but I can’t just pretend like I’m not falling for you and your daughter, knowing neither of us is fully healed from our past. I don’t want to be just a distraction for you until the next best thing comes along. I just can’t right now.” I shake my head as I choke back tears. I know I’m running; I know I’m scared, and his expression tells me he knows it too.

"I'll explain to Nessa later about my marriage to Zoe. I'm sure she'll understand." I wanted to hit him. "Understand my foot!" Sasha was so angry that tears spilled out of her eyes. "You jerks!" "Don't cry, Sasha! It makes my heart ache!" I forgot about being angry when I saw her like that. I wanted to wipe her tears away for her, but I had no corporeal form and could not touch her, no matter how hard I tried. Sasha took out her phone tearfully and held it up in front of Dad and Cameron.