Fiona Gallagher Crying Novels & Stories

Something deep inside my heart. “I’m sorry. I’m such a fool.” I laugh softly, shaking my head lightly. When I look up to see Fiona, I find her eyes glistening with tears. And that makes the words that have stuck in my throat finally come out. “It’s just … It hurts to know that I can’t see him anymore.” Fiona stares at me before nodding in understanding. “I know, Ches. I know,” she whispers, pulling me into a hug, and the emotions I’ve been holding up inside my chest slowly pour out as I hug her back.

Fiona caught the reluctance in Galvin’s eyes. She bit her lip, then went on. “Galvin, I still feel bad that I made wrong decisions in the past. I would understand if you harbor feelings for Kristel. I’m sorry that I left...” Fiona squeezed some tears as she went on. “Now that I realized what I wanted, I would no longer leave your side. I don’t care if a promising career awaits me in France...” Fiona sobbed, and Galvin comforted her.

I giggled at the excitement of doing something I wasn’t allowed to do. My smile, however, was short-lived when I heard footsteps approaching. I rushed to take off the dress, but unfortunately, the zipper was stuck. I tried to reach behind my back to take it off in time, but it was too late. The door to Daniela’s room opened, and Orla walked in. She was the head housekeeper at the Kavanagh household, and she was very fierce. “What are you doing in Daniela’s dress, Fiona? You have been hired here to work, not audition for a fashion show.”

" Cecilia, however, couldn't answer him because everything David said was true. Lucas felt as though he had been plunged into an icy abyss. At that moment, he finally understood what it felt like to be hurt by the person he loved most. He curled up on the ground, blood seeping from his wounds, bright red against the pavement. All of a sudden, he looked up at me and bemoaned, "I'm sorry, Fiona… I'm so sorry…" Without saying a word, I turned and left. …

“Would you like to share who you are grieving?” Elijah lowered his eyes to his hands. His knuckles were pale, but he had trimmed his nails neatly. There was no ring on his left hand anymore. “Elena,” he said. “My mate.” The word settled over the room without meaning for anyone except him. The woman in the floral dress shifted quietly. She would later introduce herself as Margaret, and grief drifted from her like soft perfume. “I am sorry for your loss,” Dr. Chen said gently. Elijah did not answer. He had heard that sentence so often it had lost all shape and weight. Nothing anyone said could reach the place where the wound existed.

~Celina~ I snapped my head up hearing someone clear their throat and saw Fiona standing there with an awkward grin on her face. I flushed, turning my face and wiping the tears away. Damn traitor hormones. “It’s okay, babe. I wouldn’t ever judge you. You can cry all you want if that makes you feel better,” Fiona said gently, patting my back, and my tears fell harder, my lips wobbling as I tried to speak. “I swear I am not a crybaby. I am just… I don’t even know why these stupid tears aren’t stopping!”

“Get the f*ck out of here! You shameless thing, asking people to take photos and attack Yvonne to destroy her reputation. Why are you here acting around, do you think that you can lie to the others acting like a phony?” “That wasn’t me. I didn’t do those things, someone framed me!” Fiona acted pitifully, tears were streaming down from her big eyes. “Jackson, you have to believe me, I really didn’t do those things.” “Tsk tsk!” Zachary smacked his lips. “Ms. Summers, are you professionally trained? Do you cry on command?” “It wasn’t me.” Fiona defended herself. “Let me go in and explain to sis.”

Fiona's figure looming. Candy was shaking like a leaf in winter. "M-Miss Fiona?" she whispered. “Why… why did she look so mad…?” "Baby give that to me," Fiona begged, rushing forward. But Candy recoiled flinching backward for the first time. Fiona stopped dead. Her breath died in her throat. “Candy… sweetheart… that’s not real” Candy's chin crumpled. “But that’s me…” She looked at the screen again. “That's me crying. and. and you were shouting…”

She opened the door slightly, and her world crumbled when she saw who stood behind it. Fiona. Her hair was messy, her face was covered in cuts, and her eyes—eyes that used to be as calm as Arctic ice—were now glazed with tears, red, and desperate. “Alice…” Fiona exhaled heavily, as if holding back physical and emotional pain. “I… I didn't come to fight.” Alice gritted her teeth. “You think I believe that?” Fiona slowly raised both hands. No weapon. “Please… let me talk to him. To Morgan.”

Fiona, observing the emotional unraveling, becomes increasingly concerned, her worry deepening as Kaitlyn's emotions spill over. "Kyle... It's Kyle... My Kyle..." she says, the weight of missing him evident in her words. The emotions she'd been holding back for so long finally spill out at the mere mention of his name. The only action Fiona could take was to embrace her friend, providing a support to prevent her from fainting, as Kaitlyn's cries grew increasingly intense and heavy. Fiona contemplated who Kyle might be to evoke such emotional distress in her friend. Overwhelmed by the sight of Kaitlyn turning red from incessant crying, she thought, "This is too much."