Eren Yeager Crying Novels & Stories

I lost control of my voice because my pitch was higher than how it usually sounded. I pursed my lips together slightly and formed a small smile. I attempted to gulp and blink away my tears but they ended up falling. "Hey," Dad pulled me in for another hug. "You're absolutely going to kill it there. Do you understand?" I nodded with much enthusiasm. Dad helped me wiped my tears. I was currently really embarrassed with myself for crying in public like this. We hugged once more before I started walking off to the airport security where I would have my small bag and myself scanned.

“Miss Blakely Hart and Mr. Harold Campbell.” “No! No!” I growled angrily and painfully as I threw my phone. I kept on shaking my head, rejecting the confirmation regarding Blakely's involvement in the plane crash. I felt like everyone turned upside down. My world crumbled, and I could no longer think straight as tears rolled down my cheeks. For the first time…I cried in so much pain. “Blakely…” I whispered her name painfully as I fell on my knees. My shoulders are shaking violently. My sobs are becoming audible but I don't care.

"Do you think you can solve the problem five years ago just by apology? Besides, the person you want to apologize to is not me, but Vicdor Balke! If you really have changed your mind, go to tell Vicdor Balke the truth." "If I tell him, I will lose him. I can't do that!" The more Leyi said, the more emotional she became. Tears welled up in her eyes. "The only thing I can do is to atone with the rest of my life." "Ha ha..." Seeing Thomas Reagan, Snow Cecy quickened her pace. She was not in good health. When she walked up to Thomas Reagan, she staggered and almost fell down. Thomas Reagan held her up and asked, "are you okay?"

The Eagle City Princes could hardly believe their eyes. Yes, they were hoping that Wilbur would cause a scene, but Justin's safety was at risk now. If Justin were to lose his temper, everyone here was going to get it. All three men stood in a flurry and shouted, "Put Mister Yaegar down! Are you out of your mind?" Wilbur glanced at the people around him. The Yves family was shocked, enraged, and terrified at the same time. The Eagle City Princes were scared out of their wits as well.

Flashback ends This time she wasn't crying, heck there was a single tear in her eyes which left Ryker confused because all the time she was telling him about her last their were tears of pain, agony and patience in her eyes but when she told him about the most saddest part of her past there wasn't a single tear in her eyes which left him a little stunned but his face was as usual completely blank. He was trying to read her just like he used to.

Her shoulders shook as she cried uncontrollably. Fabian could only pull Gigi’s younger sister into a hug. She cried even harder in his comforting embrace. Yana hadn't had time to cry before. She hadn't cried after the incident. She'd tried to remain strong, not wanting her family to see her hurt and scared. They had only her to rely on. She'd forced herself to be strong for them, even though she was almost drained of strength. Fabian patted her shoulders as he listened to her silent sobs.

She yelled out Henry and Liam parted their lips to say something, but before they could, a crying sound fell from Sage's lips. Braelyn's brows furrowed in anger, and she glared at Sage who was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Who beat you? Why are you crying? You're just being silly like your brother." Braelyn yelled angrily even though she didn't understand why her mood was boiling out of control.

Not here. God! Not here “Pull yourself together, Sage. I wouldn’t want some random paparazzi having a picture of you crying in the park, please,” She pleaded. Her voice shook as she spoke. I could tell she was furious and almost crying, too. But she wanted to be strong for me. As soon as we got into the car, I broke down, sobbing helplessly. “Why? Why would he?” I lamented, sobbing as I spoke. Mum placed her hand on my bag and pulled me closer.

And now he was ready to do anything to make his Isla feel better. “When I lost our Aaric Yeats back I wasn’t just bleeding in a hospital bed. I was alone.” Her voice faltered, tears brimming inside her stormy grey eyes. “Do you know what that feels like? To carry life inside you, to dream of little hands and lullabies, and then to have it ripped from you and the one person you thought would catch you when you fell… wasn’t there?” Her voice broke, and for once, she let the tears fall, hot and unrestrained tears..Tears Like Niagra falls.

I pressed my back against the stall wall and looked at the ceiling and did the embarrassing, inevitable thing I'd been avoiding for twenty minutes. I cried. Properly. The ugly kind, the kind that didn't care about dignity or mascara or the fact that I was in an airport bathroom in New York and two women outside were having a conversation about whether JFK or LaGuardia was worse. "LaGuardia," I thought, tears running down my face. "Obviously LaGuardia. This is not a debate." It helped, slightly, to have an opinion about something. After a while — I don't know how long — I got up. Washed my face. Looked at myself in the mirror. Red eyes, damp cheeks, the expression of someone who'd been thorou