Fiona Gallagher Crying Novels & Stories

Fiona lay weakly on the floor, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. She looked tragic, if you ignored the flicker of triumph in her eyes. "Kane..." she whispered, tears instantly welling up. "Elara... she used some strange power on me..." "I didn't—" "Shut up!" Kane's roar made the glass in the room vibrate. He knelt to check on Fiona, his movements as gentle as if she were made of spun glass. "Where does it hurt?" "My chest... and my head..." Fiona pointed weakly, her voice a mosquito's buzz. "I just wanted to apologize to Elara, for dancing with you last night... but she suddenly..."

If my new neighbor can’t handle hearing me cry myself to sleep tonight, they can come and comfort me themself, I think dryly. As soon as my door shuts behind me, I burst into tears and collapse onto my couch. The rest of the day passes by in a blur. I’m not sure how long I spend crying my eyes out, but I can’t help it. I thought I finally had what I was looking for. Stability — love. But it was all a lie. I’m shaken from my self pity by a knock. I know who it is before I even open the door. “That fucking asshole! I knew he wasn’t right for you,” Fiona declares. She pulls me into a tight hug.

Nana took a momentary pause. Fiona, hearing Nana mention her mother, gulped down the bitterness that felt like a lump in her throat. She remembered what caused her mother’s death. Memories. Sad memories she wouldn’t want to ever remember. Tears threatened to spill, but she fought it back. Nana opened an already healed injury; what would she do? Ethan noticed the bitterness in her eyes, but he couldn’t ask what was wrong with her. Fiona’s face also mirrored Nana’s. Both women were driven by emotions.

I suddenly reacted and rushed to the door. But it was too late. Bang! The sound of gunfire echoed across the valley. "Eufez! Fiona gasped for a moment before she ran screaming to the door. I stopped in front of her and held her in my arms. Orpheus would go back inside and shoot him, because he didn't want Fiona to see him dead. And I certainly can't let Fiona in. But Fiona was devastated. She kicked and bit me in my arms, my clothes crumpled with tears.

I was sitting by the foot of my floor bed, my knees drawn to my chest and my arms wrapped around them. I leaned my head against my knees, staring into blank space with my heavy eye bags. My eyes were swollen, and I had cried so much, I had no tears left to cry. My nose was pink from wiping it too many times. I still can't accept the fact that my best friend has left me. The door to my bedroom slammed open and Fiona came barging in, "that's where you've been, you bitch? When did you return home?!"