Don't Cry For Me Novels & Stories

Something inside me collapses with it. “I’m so tired,” I whisper. “I know.” “I don’t want to be this person anymore,” I cry. “Then don’t be.” My chest starts to shake. “I can’t undo it.” “No,” she agrees. “I can’t fix it.” “No.” “I can’t make her come back,” I remind her. “No.” My voice breaks completely. “Then what do I do?” She answers simply: “You live.” That’s when I break. I just fold forward like something hollowed out. The sobs come without permission. The sound is ugly and broken, but real. I haven’t cried since I was a boy. I can’t stop now.

I asked when her sobs fell silent. " Did you come to watch or to sympathize?" She asked me. Her voice shaking. " Both" I smile. " If we had heard the song until the end,it would have been better. There's this saying: because of the person wouldn't cry for you.... don't cry. " Brought out a handkerchief. " Wipe your tears. And because this person wouldn't cry for you.... Elizabeth.... don't cry. Cry for someone that would." I drop the handkerchief on her lap and walked away.

Oh, my word, can the world just swallow me whole? I am completely frozen. I am trying my best not to cry this is too embarrassing. I cannot. SOMEONE SHOOT ME NOW!

She felt so dumb that she didn’t even feel it. "You don't have to say sorry. I didn't tell you how I felt about you so that you could feel guilty. I say this because I don't want to hide it from you anymore and you don't have to love me back because I know that wouldn't happen. I don't want you to love me because you feel sorry for me. And if you're happy with him,I won't stop you from going to him.. So please don't say sorry and don't be a cry baby. " Nate said, making her laugh because of what he had said of her being a cry baby.

This is it. My "I do's" are said on auto pilot, my heart raging with a million different emotions. I will not cry. I will not cry. Tears sting my eyes but I do not let them fall. I vowed to keep my strong façade firmly in place during this moment of torture. I failed woefully this morning. That will never happen again. I blink back my tears with renewed determination.

I was breathing heavily and my heart was beating wildly and I'm sure he could tell from his hold on me but even after thinking of all these things I still talked even though it was too hard. "Please leave her out of whatever this is. She has nothing to do with it." I thought that maybe if I cried he would've let me go but I… couldn't. Ever since I was nine it felt like I lost the ability to cry, I didn't cry at my mother's funeral or whenever something bad happened to our family. I simply never cried and I no longer know how to.

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

I calm myself to not let the tears get out of my eyes. “FYI, Mr. Caspian Ardiente, getting jealous is not my thing and I want you to know that I know my limit and will never fall for you so you must quit assuming,” I will not be that one to cry in the end and it’ll never gonna happen even in my dream.

I fight back tears that threaten to fall. I don't deserve to cry for my child. I failed, so why crying like I put up a fight. Why cry like I fought to protect my child, I accepted defeat even before the war began? Why would I cry when I always let people down? How would I think I won't let my little one down? I always let people I love die. I am not fit for the throne. Davil suits that throne really good. So don't cry like you are worth something. Don't cry like you are the victim. I am the goddamn weakling even in my own story. "I want to be left alone," I inform them, and they are hesitant.

When it was over, I lay there for a moment, and then I sat up. And something shifted inside me. This was enough. I wiped my face roughly with the back of my hand, and clenched my jaw. I was done with this. Done crying over men who didn't deserve my tears. Done letting myself be broken by people who saw me as nothing more than a tool or a conquest. For a moment I'd thought about leaving, packing my things and walking out of this house and never looking back. But no. If he wanted to play stupid games, I'd give it right back to him. I was done being played around by assholes.