Novel & Cerita Fawn Crying

Fahira replied, stepping away from Darian's strong embrace. Fahira quickly left Darian's office, holding back her almost-falling tears. She walked swiftly to the bathroom, entered one of the stalls, and turned on the faucet. Her body slumped weakly onto the toilet seat as tears streamed down her face. She pressed her chest hard, trying to suppress the pain that seemed to pierce her heart. Soon, she heard footsteps on the floor outside the stall, prompting Fahira to stifle her sobs. She bit her pen to prevent her crying from being heard by the person outside.

He looked beside him and he could see the fawn on the ground, its blood was now dry and it had a bad odour. The moment Fay saw the animal, his stomach growled. He was hungry, he was thirsty and he was tired. Hank growled too, the wolf was hungry too and he wanted to eat, to eat the fawn. Fay squeezed his face in disgust. The animal was raw and dry and he would not eat it. He stood up from the ground and looked around at the trees, perhaps, there would be something he would find to eat. He looked around for a long time and he found nothing. Just big trees with a lot of leaves on them.

Godammit that's his responsibility! "I'm fuckin scared brother... I can't bear the thought of losing her!" Fiona sniffles and wipes at her face. Her large eyes are filled with tears and she's got a runny nose from too much crying. He puffs out a breath as he watched the few people sitting on the seetes.

“You’re impossible.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “And yet, you married me.” Johanis let out another tiny sound, shifting again. This time, his face scrunched up, and within seconds, the peaceful quiet was broken by a small, but determined wail. Hans shot up straight. “He is crying.” I sighed, shifting to soothe our pup. “Yes, love. Babies also do that.” Hans looked like he was physically restraining himself from going into full-blown panic. “What do we do?”

3rd Person's POV Flowers were thrown left and right as the coffin slowly goes down the ground. Sound of sobs, weeps, and loud cries are heard around. Gabbie is holding her mother who cannot be calmed as she is draining herself with her nonstop tears coming out. Gabbie was sitting silently as she stare at nowhere. She cannot even realize that her tears are flowing on their own and wetting her cheeks. She doesn't understand any of the happenings. It was too fast and she can't ride on it. She must be walking too slow.

The guard pushed me to the side along with the people going underground. The announcer continued, "This woman and kid stole bread from the feudal payment." A young mother standing with her head hung low along with her son at the side in guilt. A moment of silence prevailed. "Behead them!" He ordered. "Your majesty, please forgive us! I just did this because my son was dying of hunger. I beg of you please forgive us your majesty." The young mother tried to explain her helpless situation. The son crying seeing his mother cry. He was so young , his innocent eyes filled with tears. He didn't even know what was going on or why he was here..

A small and broken sound suddenly escaped from the back of Finn's throat. I turned my head and saw a single tear trace a shiny path down his dirty cheek. He quickly reached up and scrubbed his face with the sleeve of his oversized sweater to hide the evidence. "Fuck," Finn cursed under his breath while his chest heaved with a sudden sob. "I am sorry," he choked out while more tears spilled over his eyelashes and ran down his face. "Do not apologize for crying," I told him softly while the traffic light turned green. "I-I just feel like such a failure today," Finn wept while pressing his hands over his eyes again.

All three had their hands joined, eyes closed, murmuring in a language that felt ancient, vibrating in my bones. My strangled cry must have cracked the silence as both the elders’ eyes flew open, wide with something like shock and relief. But Cassian, he didn't just open his eyes. He lunged forward, a broken growl slipping from his throat as he scrambled to the edge of the circle. “Little fawn,” he said, his voice shaking, tears brightening the gold in his dark eyes. “You are finally awake!”

She screamed and splashed the river water on Fawn. Meanwhile, back at home, Garin could feel that something was wrong with Hannah. Their connection to each other made him feel her accelerated heartbeat and he knew that something was getting her worked up so he jumped off the roof he was repairing and ran to the river to check on her and make sure that she was alright. As soon as he arrived at the river, he saw Fawn flying away and Hannah was angrily screaming and flinging all of her laundry into the river and the clothes were carried off by the current.

Her soft wails, rising in tandem with my own ragged breaths, were a perfect, heart-wrenching echo. "Mama… don’t cry," she whimpered, stumbling towards me, her chunky legs moving with urgency. She reached the bed, climbed up with surprising speed, and buried her head against my shoulder, her small body shaking with my own mirrored grief. The warmth of her head, the soft brush of her hair against my cheek, the fierce, innocent solidarity of her crying, did something unexpected. It didn't stop my tears, but it shifted them. The despair began to mix with a profound, aching love. She didn't understand why I was crying, but she understood that I was, and in her pure, untainted love, she joined me.