Doraemon Crying Novels & Stories

I really feel bad now. "I'm really sorry guys, I didn't mean it purposely. I felt I was in danger and tried to defend myself." Tears streaming down my face and it's confusing because I rarely show emotions let alone cry. "Hey, Hey, Hey, Princess look at me, look here." And I did. "We're not mad at you, please stop crying I hate to see you cry." Damon tries to calm my sobbing. "Why are you crying baby girl? Did we do something wrong? Are you mad at us for scaring you?"

My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

She murmured, tears cascading down her cheeks. Tears began to stream down my cheeks as my brain accepted what my heart had accepted since I saw the woman. I felt my hands shaking but Darren held me, "Calm down baby, just calm down. Everything will be fine." He assured me but I'm crying due to something else. He took the locket from me to look at the picture, and his facial expression changed. "Why are his eyes purple?" He asked, looking at my sobbing mother who palmed her face.

I rang the doorbell and no one came out, until I heard Dominic's laughter from behind the door. “Mom, mom... that's the nice man outside.” He doesn't call me Dad yet, Donna prefers things to go slowly, according to her, his head is too small to process so much information in so little time. As I opened the door and looked at her face, I realized that she was crying. Her wet eyes and red nose didn't hide her sad feelings. “Hey... what happened?” She hugged me and just cried, as if something was hurting inside her. “Is everything all right?”

Next thing I know he’s being wheeled away through swinging doors and then he is gone. I collapsed, my body shaking as I’m on my hands and knees, my vision became blurry and my chest got tight and harder to breathe. I started crying. Large tears escaped my eyes and I began sobbing. The stranger rubbed my back and told me he’s going to be okay, but I don’t believe him. Suddenly a woman placed a hand on my head and I jumped and looked up to her and I shook and hiccupped from the amount of crying I’ve been through for the past two hours.

I fought back, but my senses failed me as I was dragged into the backseat. I could feel the car jolting as it drove away from the city, inciting a profound sense of dread. I secretly triggered the SOS on the watch Vincenzo had given me, which featured a GPS tracker and an emergency alert function. I just hoped someone would find me in time once the signal was sent. I was hauled out of the car once we reached an abandoned warehouse by the docks. I stared in shock at the figure standing before me. It wasn't Fiora, but Marco's mother, Donna Dardano.

I said as cut off the phone. I touched my cheeks with both of my hands and blinked my eyes for some time and walked to the mirror and looked myself," What's wrong with you Dororo? How can you simply shed tears because of a song? Where is your all the strength of these all years? Where did they disappear to? " Get a hold of yourself Dororo. You shouldn't be like this. You cannot lose your mind for a guy Dororo. It really costs a high price to you," I talked to myself and then, walked to the bed.

My voice comes out hoarse. “Our house,” he said, monotone. Cold. What? “So this is really the address, huh?” I glance around the room, confused. “Where are Grandma and Uncle? Weren’t they just here?” He lowers his head. Silent. And then I notice — His shoulders are trembling. Oh no. “Dongju…” I reach out, gently touching his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He lifts his head slowly. And when our eyes meet, I freeze. His lashes are wet. His whole face is tight, trembling. He’s crying. My stomach drops.

That I’m not Lady Marina, that I am a murderer, and a parasite. “Rin… why are… you crying?… what’s wrong?… are you hurt?” Droon’s worried voice echoed inside the room. Hearing the child-like voice completely broke the last pillar of my damn emotions. Having a mental break down in a day like this wasn’t planned.

had fallen to. “Kakeru?” Hiro-san frowned when I averted my eyes and bit my lower lip. “Kakeru.” “I…” I looked at him, unable to hold the tears back from surfacing anymore. The back of my nose stung. “What should I do?” To say the least, he looked shocked. In between all this, he had probably not expected me, of all people, to cry. I mean, I had not expected me to cry either. But the fact remained that I did and it was as though I could no longer keep myself together. I held onto the little girl I had in my arms, praying that I would not wake her up. I had not intended to but I had ended up crying anyway.