Novel & Cerita Fiona Gallagher Crying

Fiona's tone was filled with rage. "It was a necessary sacrifice–" "Sacrifice my ass!" Fiona flared as she got on her feet. "How can you let your people die just like that, Nixie was–" Fiona stopped mid sentence and tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt like her heart was being ripped, she was in so much pain and I could feel every single one of it. I stood up from my seat and went and hugged her. As our bodies came in contact with each other, I felt her calm down. It felt like I took all the emotional pain away.

She cried. "Come on dear. Those people are heartless, they didn't even pay you a visit. You were used, fire. Don't go back to Jade, I beg you." Fiona sniffed and wiped out the invisible tears she was shedding. The couple held their daughter in a tight hug. Just then, Sapphire realized she was standing there alone, with more tears washing down her face and the worst part of it is that, he didn't realize. Her hands wiped out the tears as she turned back and walked out if the hotel, heartbroken.

“Don’t cry anymore.” His unprecedented tenderness seemed to come from the depths of his soul. Seeing her so heartbroken, he felt a sharp pang of sorrow. He patted her back, trying to soothe her. “I just wanted to pick some wild fruit for you.” Fiona continued to sob. As she rested against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body, she slowly closed her eyes. “Gabriel, can I hold you for a while… please?” When the flood had swept her away, she had felt utterly hopeless, as though she had glimpsed death itself.

There was nothing left for me to hide behind. “Celeste, what happened? Why are you like this? Alyx hasn’t spoken a word to me either. Please. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. You know you can tell me anything,” Fiona’s voice turned soft and I could clearly hear the worry and the hurt in it. I finally opened my eyes and looked up at her. As soon as I saw her face, I burst into tears and launched myself into her arms. She held me, rubbing my back as she whispered words of comfort.

What if the people I love most will always carry the power to destroy me? HOURS AFTER THE CONFRONTATION WITH LALA “Fiona, please. Just give me a second to explain.” Her voice cracks at the edges, but I stay rooted to the spot, my hands hanging uselessly at my sides. My chest rises too fast, too uneven, and I feel the tears sliding down my cheeks. I don’t wipe them away. She needs to see what she did to me. She needs to see what this has done.

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.

Fiona gloated. “Thank you for your honestly Fiona Goldrind.” ***End of Recording*** My hands were trembling so bad I almost dropped the tablet in my hands. Alpha Rowen was quick to take it from me. I didn’t realize I was crying until someone handed me a tissue to wipe my face. The entire courtyard was silent. No one seemed to know what to say. Fiona simply stood there, looking smug, and pride gleamed in her eyes.

I felt a sting on my back, it was the guards. "Keep your filthy eyes on the floor! " he said through his gritted teeth but I didn't dare to look down. He shot a death glare but I wasn't worried or feared about anything right at this moment. "Please look down dear" I heard a soft, concerned voice. I looked at my side. It was an old woman, she looked at me with care and sadness. She mouthed ' please do it for me', with tears in her eyes I put my head down.

She would get over it in a few days. That was how he always thought. But this time, a deep fear suddenly rose in him. The word Vivian had said kept repeating in his mind. I was gone. At that moment, Fiona came out of the room in a hospital gown, her hair loose around her shoulders. Her face was pale, and her eyes were full of tears as she carefully walked toward him. "I heard you on the phone talking about Daisy. Is she acting up again?" Vincent didn't answer. Fiona lowered her head and twisted the edge of her gown in her fingers.

I tear my eyes away from his marred body before the image cements itself into my brain. “Yeah, that’s him. What did this?” Damian asks. “I will put everything in my report when I’m done.” The coroner says dismissively. My brother smiles, taking the hint and leading us out. It is then that I notice that Fiona is crying. Stoic, unbothered Fiona, has her face buried in a handkerchief, sobbing quietly. She cries all the way to Shana’s house. Damian rubbed her back. I sit by the window and stare at the passing cars, my mind blank.