I Cry Alone Mga Nobela at Kwento

His throat tightened, and before he could stop himself, a sob escaped him,raw, strangled, full of wounds that had no bandages. He pressed the heel of his palm against his eyes, trying to stifle the sounds, but the tears wouldn’t stop. They poured from him like a wound finally split open. His chest heaved, every breath cracking against the pain that wouldn’t loosen its grip. He cried because he was hurt. He cried because he was alone. He cried because Vanessa hadn’t called. Not once. Not even for a moment. Not even to say sorry. Not even to pretend she cared. And that silence…

She taught me to fight for my right, and now, I didn't even fight for hers. Even though I knew that many people were surrounding me right now, I still feel like I'm still alone. I have no one to be open with all these feelings I have in me. I want to cry. I want to express my rants, but it's like my eyes and heart were too tired to do it.

We were both a sore sight, sitting on the bathroom floor crying our eyes out with a tub full of bloody water, about three feet away from us. "We would have handled it, Adam. It's not just you. You're not alone in this. I'm here, Faxon is here and Salem is here. We're a team and we look out for each other. We're going to do this together, remember that. It's not you against the world Adam, It's us." I raised my shaky hand and wiped the tears on his face. His pale lips trembled and he hugged me, sobbing. "I'm so sorry Abby, I wasn't thinking. Even Faxon tried to stop me, but I was too consumed in my pain that I didn't listen to him and realized how selfish and self-centered I was being. I'm so

I heard the door locked and the noise of the car's engine roaring into life. I silently walked to my room. I'm still home alone. I was completely alone. My mind, body and my soul were devastated. I slowly laid my back against the bed and snuggled into the soft and warm eiderdown duvet. Even if I tried to close my eyes, I just can't. This pain eats me alive. Swallowing me whole full of despair. Slowly, my unending tears cascaded. I cried slowly, and the soft hum of my voice echoed throughout the empty room. I don't know when I could still stand the pain. When I could be strong enough to face these obstacles. And as usual, I cried with tears in my eyes.

His words shocked me. "I..." He cut me off to what I was going to say. "You what? Obviously you are going to say that I'm fine blah blah!" He sat down on the chair while rubbing his forehead in worry. The room was silent for sometime until he decided to speak again. "Look. Grace, you are the only true friend I've had in years, and I don't want to lose you. I really care for you ok." I looked into his eyes that were speaking volumes. They were telling me that he had been alone for a long time. They were reflecting pain. They were reflecting anger. I understood his pain. The pain of being alone. Quite honestly he was my only friend too. And yes by friends I just mean friends. He had never once

“ Left behind. Alone. Helpless. I keep thinking about these emotions… I keep imagining a future where you abandon me again…and I don’t have anyone by my side… ” Silence ensued. Tears slid out of my eyes, rolling down my cheeks and then my chin. Izer didn’t pull me into his arms to make me stop crying instantly. He waited. For me to continue talking. “ No matter how hard I try to get it out of my mind and tell myself, I don’t want to think about it, I end up on square one. My fear is greater than anything else. Because I am alone in this world. I have no family, no friends, no true confidants. If you get tired of me one day because I am an idiot, and I keep clinging to you and I leech off you

“I -” I cut in.“Leave me alone.” His jaw tightens. “Oh, sure.” With one last glance at me, he gets up and leaves my room. Oh God. I was too fucking harsh. The tears rush back, spilling before I can stop them. I cry into my hands like a loser. I feel like shit. I should stop crying, but I don’t know how. The harder I try, the more the tears come. I grab my phone, hunting for a distraction. I try reading, scrolling, anything but it’s so useless. None of it works.

The carousel was still there, spinning round as if nothing had changed. I bought a ticket and sat on the same familiar horse. The wind blew against my face. I closed my eyes. For a moment, I could still hear my daughter's laughter… and David warning me, "Be careful." This time, no one was with me. I rode alone. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I knew death was near. I forced my eyes open, but the world grew more and more blurred. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and used the last of my strength to dial a number I had not called in years.

the distance between us made me feel like he was looking past me, not at me. "Enough moping," I said aloud. "You are hot. You are going to drink margaritas. You are going to eat a bowl of nachos the size of your head." I snapped a candid of myself in the mirror, posing with one hand on my hip, and shot it across to the Margarita Senoritas group chat. Marissa: FANDANGOS BABY! Cleo: DAMN girl, you are fire! followed by a gif of a woman rising from ashes like a phoenix.

His boots echoed on the stone floor, and the door closed behind him, and the lock clicked, and I was alone again. I lay there on the bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling, feeling the warmth of the fire seep into my frozen skin, and feeling the tears building behind my eyes like a storm that I had been holding back for years. I had not cried since my mother died. I had not let myself cry, because crying was weakness, and weakness was punished, and I had promised myself that I would never give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. But I was alone now, and no one was watching, and the tears came whether I wanted them to or not.