Doraemon Crying Novels & Stories

Mingchan said and then his tears involuntarily came out from his eyes. Zuno was so surprised and did not expect that. “Wait, what?!” Zuno gasped. He then saw Mingchan crying without closing his eyes. “Oh, Mingchan, you are crying! Hey!” Zuno called him. Mingchan then touched his cheeks. “Oh, why am I crying? Are robots supposed to be crying when we reboot? I don’t know why and I can’t really breathe, Zuno. I feel suffocated. It really hurts. The pain is really strong.” Mingchan sobbed.

I watched her go, a mix of relief and sadness flooding my heart. Turning back to Dora, I rushed forward and scooped her into my arms, holding her tightly against me. "Oh, Dora," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this." Dora blinked up at me, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. "Mommy?" she whimpered, reaching up to touch my face. I smiled through my tears, kissing her forehead gently. "It's okay, sweetie," I reassured her, my voice trembling with emotion. "Everything's going to be okay now."

Ana mumbled almost breathless. "Mom!!" Draco shouted also, despite being all boastful about being a man he still couldn't withstand the pressure he was locked in. "Ooh, I'm sorry!!" Diana was pleaded and retracted them from her embrace. Her eyes poured out emotions and she couldn't even hide showing it at all. "Mom, why are you crying??" Ana asked, cocking her little head to the side worryingly. "Oooh," Diana gasped and quickly used her thumb to brush off the tears remnant on her cheek.

Daeira POV I was curled on the bed like a goddamn feral animal. Hair a mess. Face blotchy. Crying like I’d just watched a baby wolf movie marathon. Not even graceful, single tear crying. We’re talking full on ugly sobs, hiccupping, choking, snot. “I just fucking teleported,” I wailed into my pillow. “I didn't even mean to!” The door slammed open so hard I think it might’ve bounced off the wall.

Maybe, so many tears for the first time that I couldn't handle. I was panting while resting my head against the door. "Zoya!", dadi's voice brought me back to the sense. They just arrived and saw me crying. "What's happening?", dadajan exclaimed as dadi ran up to me. I tried to stand up. "You're crying?", she cupped my face and scanned me well. I couldn't stop sobbing. "Look at you. What's this? What have you done to yourself? What happened, my child? Tell me"

She pulled me to stand in front of a full body mirror and I fell speechless. “Are you alright?” Dorian was suddenly at my side, his eyes in full concern. It was then I realised I was crying. He offered a handkerchief and I took it to dab below my eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually cry like an infant—.” “There’s nothing wrong with crying.” He tucked a fallen strand behind my ear. “Your body needs some release of emotions, so just let it. It’s healthy.” I chuckled. “You really are good at comforting people.”

I noticed Damon behind too, looking all relieved. Then I felt something warm drop onto my forehead, another and another. Tears. He was crying. I tilted my head slightly, carefully, looking up at him. His eyes were wet, red-rimmed, and full of a pain so profound it made my own eyes sting in response. Tears tracked down his cheeks, glinting in the flashing emergency lights. His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but no words came out. His jaw worked uselessly. "Lucas," I whispered softly, my voice breaking on his name, "were you… crying?"

I wrenched open the door and relief washed over my body. DJ was sitting there on the floor of his closet, hugging his Woody doll, sucking his thumb as he rocked backwards and forwards slowly. His SpongeBob pyjamas were black from smoke. His face was sooty and smudged. Little clean tracks lined his cheeks where his tears had washed away some of the dirt. His eyes were red and teary as he looked at up me with his chin trembling. I closed my eyes for a second and tipped my head back, silently thanking God that he was okay.