Eren Yeager Crying นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Winter snapped almost causing my left ear to go deaf. “I’m sorry sir” he said softly with his head faced down. “YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT NOTHING MORE!” he yelled. “I wonder how Mr. Haze would think if he saw you right now.” I felt something wetting my hand as I slowly took a glance at my hand which was on the table just beneath Sorrows head. Tears had covered it and I knew they came from Sorrow. “Everyone you can go home” Mr. Winter quickly said. We all started packing our books and heading out.

I opened my mouth to speak, to scream, to demand an explanation, but before I could, he added, “If it's money you want, I'll give it to you.” The room tilted as his words repeated in my head. I stared at him, the tears I had been holding back streaming freely down my cheeks. “Money?” I whispered, the word foreign and bitter on my tongue. He nodded, his expression impassive. “Yes. I'll make sure you're taken care of. You don't have to worry about anything.” Stumbling back a step, I gripped the counter for support as I felt so weak in the knees as if I could crash down to the floor anytime soon. I searched his face, hoping to find a shred of the man I thought I knew, the man I had sacrificed e

The water glass trembled in Natalia’s hand as they ascended, and Ryleigh clutched the bannister tightly. Halfway up, her vision blurred. The tears that had stayed locked behind her lashes all morning finally broke free. She covered her mouth as a sob escaped. Natalia didn’t ask questions, just wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. They reached the top of the stairs and turned toward Damien’s suite, the heavy wooden door looming ahead. And Ryleigh let herself cry. Really cry. The kind of cry that made your bones ache. The kind that meant your heart knew something your mind refused to accept.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

I slowly pulled myself out of the memories. Just as I raised my hand to wipe away my tears, Eugene hugged me from behind. "Why are you crying?" I immediately denied it. "I'm not crying." He gently turned me around and wiped my tears himself. But the gentler he was, the harder I cried. In the end, he simply pulled me into his arms and let me cry my heart out. … That same night, I sent my resignation letter to Blake's assistant and officially quit my job.

He then threw an aggressive punch toward Lucas. The passersby saw Yeager making a move and all shook their heads while sighing. Naturally, they knew how terrible it would be for Lucas. However, to their surprise, Lucas ended up calling out to Yeager. “Hold it right there!” Yeager had his footsteps halted when he heard it and looked at Lucas, puzzled. Just when the passersby thought that Lucas was about to plead, Lucas suddenly said such a phrase that would leave them all stunned for three days and night.

I sat inside, and right before I closed the door, the agonizingly painful howl of Zeus was heard, like a wolf mourning the loss of his mate. I let my tears flow down my cheeks. When would I stop crying? Tell me, God? When? Because… I was mourning, too. For the love of my life. For my mate. ~~~ The flight attendant brought me paper tissues. Again. “Ma’am, is there anything else I can do for you?” She politely asked me. “No thanks. I’ll be fine.” I reassured her. “But you haven’t stopped crying from the moment we took off…” She stated the obvious.

Ryan jumped once and murmured with deep breaths, tears won't stop falling from his eyes. 'Fuck! What have I gotten myself into!'

My breath catches painfully in my throat. I take a step closer without realizing it, my eyes filling with tears even as my mind rebels against what my eyes are seeing. My hand comes up to cover my mouth, a strangled sound slipping out as I swallow hard. The woman lifts her head slowly, and our eyes meet. The scream tears out of me before I can stop it, raw and bloodcurdling, ripping through the room with all the force of eleven years of grief and hope and unanswered prayers. “Nyra,” I sob, my knees giving way beneath me as the world tilts violently off its axis.

“You’re back to--” “Yes, this is me now. The old Jeremy you guys missed.” Tears instantly rushed in, Yenny’s crying because of so much happiness. And her emotional state deeply moved the three, most especially Jeremy. “I’m sorry..” Yenny wiped her tears. “I’m just.. you know, very happy. I can’t even say I'm very happy because I’m feeling beyond that. I can’t put it in words.”