Novel & Cerita Elsa Cries

She leaned back into Eddie, clutching his arm even tighter, seeking sanctuary from the Tyrant. I turned toward the jet’s stairs, done with the theater. But as I placed my foot on the first step, I caught it. Bella raised her face. The tears were still there, but the sobbing had stopped. She looked directly at me—not at Eddie, but at me. And then, she smiled. It wasn't a smile of greeting or even a smile of victory. It was a dirty, jagged little smirk. A look that said she knew something I didn't. A look that suggested that this trip to Hawaii wasn't going to be the peaceful flight I had imagined.

“How are you so calm? How are you not screaming? How are you not falling apart? How are you not showing any emotions?” Elsa’s friend snorted, stepping forward. “What the fuck are you talking about, bitch? Can’t you see she is crying? Her eyes are already swollen. Isn’t that enough emotion for you? Or do you need her to bleed out on the pavement before you believe she gives a shit?”

"Elena was the reason Cecilia lost her legs, the reason she can never be a mother! I was just trying to find a balance!" Adrin gasped. "Balance?" Adrin's voice began to tremble. "You call murdering your own pup balance?" Marcus's face twisted in agony. "I gave Elena five years of happiness! Five years!" he screamed. "I held her every night and told her I loved her! I bought her the most expensive jewelry, the most beautiful clothes!" "But every time she smiled, so genuinely happy, all I could see was Cecilia in that wheelchair!" Tears mixed with blood streamed down Marcus's face. "Why did Elena get to be so happy while Cecilia had to suffer so much?"

A lump rose in my throat, choking me. “No,” I whispered, my legs giving out beneath me as I collapsed beside her. “No, no, no.” I couldn't believe my eyes. Miranda didn't deserve such cruelty. I turned around to blame myself for coming to see her. I cradled her head in my lap, tears blurring my vision. She was cold. Too cold. Kael knelt beside me, his expression grim. “Elara... she’s gone.” His words shattered something inside me. I couldn't help but scream. I held Miranda tighter, my tears soaking her matted hair.

This was the side of Elsa that she rarely let anyone see, the part of her that carried every burden in silence because she thought she had to. “You’re not alone,” I said, my voice low and steady. “You have me. You have the pack. We’ll carry this together, Elsa. You don’t have to do it all on your own.” She closed her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “Sometimes it feels like it’s too much.” I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly as if I could shield her from all the pain and uncertainty in the world. She buried her face in my chest, her body trembling as she finally let herself cry.

Everything that I could destroy was destroyed but still my soul didn't get a hint of relief. My anger soon took the form of dolefulness and I slipped down on the floor by the window side with my knees pulled to my chest and I started crying. Suddenly, I heard a sound from behind, the sound of footsteps. I shouted, "Sierra, back off, or else…" I was cut in by a trembling voice, "My Luna, it's not Sierra but me. Elisa!" I closed my eyes and buried my face in my palms. Elisa squatted on the floor, holding a glass of milk and my medicine.

I hadn't cried since that conversation ended, but I could not hold back when I stood before Elias. Elias was confused when he saw me crying. He quickly hugged me and then comforted me a lot. "Honey, what happened? Why do you cry?" Elias wiped my tears, then kissed my puffy eyes. "Oh, goddess. Your crying makes me so sad. Please don't cry. Tell me what happened?" For some reason, the more I heard those sweet words of comfort, the more tears flowed from my eyes. I cried like a child. Elias picked me up and placed me on his lap, then stopped me with a passionate kiss.

The warm, moist drops of water almost scalded his palm. Elisa sniffed, thinking that she was being too unreasonable. Once in front of Willliam, she would easily lose control of her emotions. Elisa choked with sobs: "I don't know why I suddenly like to cry so much either, I wasn't like this in the past." "I know, I know." Willliam sighed, then pulled her up onto his knees. He patted her back with one hand and helped her wipe her tears. Elisa buried her head in Willliam's embrace, and only after a long while did she gradually calm down, and said with a heavy voice: "If Bruce was home, I definitely wouldn't dare cry like this."

“El? Elna?” She sniffs. I straighten up. She’s crying. I put the phone off speaker mode. My wife is crying. El is crying. Why is El crying?

She wiped her cheek. "Aunt, why are you crying. R-oses are s-melling good." Emma asked as she stuttered on difficult words. "Because, I'm so happy." She kissed her again. "Bear, can we go to play now?" Elsa asked as she rushed at us. "Sure," I raked my hand in my hair. I was feeling more nervous seeing her in tears. They all rushed back into the house. She pushed herself up and looked at me with tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth but closed it again, "I'm speechless." she muttered.