Novel & Cerita I Cry Alone

"Did someone try to hurt you?" "I can't tell you this." I sobbed. "But I'm… I'm so hurt." I burst out in tears. He locked the space between us, dropped my head on his chest, and soothing my shoulder. "I understand you, hun. I know how it feels to struggle alone. It happens to me all the time. Growing up alone has taught me a lot of things." I buried my head further into his chest, crying so much on it. "I'm fed up. Why do I always have to be broken?"

“You need me now; I’m here with you.” Tears began to flow in Gaby’s eyes again. “Oh, you’re going to cry again?” Dylan asked immediately. “Is there some drug that can stop crying?” Gaby asked. “Silly! Of course, nothing. You cry for me, even if my clothes are wet because of your tears, or even if you dry your cold, it’s all right. Just let it out!” Dylan said “Oh, Dylan!” said Gaby, then leaned her head on Dylan’s shoulder

Alone to carry her own cross, alone to put herself together, alone to wipe her own tears, alone with no one’s shoulder to lean on. She gave out a loud and anguish cry in pain, her pain and hurt could be heard through the phone. Alice covered her mouth with her hand to prevent her own cries from being heard. Alice felt her pain over the phone, she heard her anguish cry. Alice started sobbing softly with Jane over the phone but the difference amongst the two women was one had a shoulder to lean on when crying and the other was alone in her own self pity. They waited patiently until she was done expression her pain.

Ok I cry very rarely but when I do a whole sea of sorrows,tears,my pain comes into it.When I cry I cry about each bad thing happening in my life, each betrayal, each loss. Its kind of trigger when it is stimulated, my whole emotions are out. I'm really extremist.I do things to an edge otherwise I don't do them.I also get bored easily. Its like switch of passions that kept switching on and off. Sometimes Chachu tell me that:

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

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I looked up at the grey sky. "Why should I cry? Why should I be sad for them? I'd be stupid if I cried." And this time, I was foolish. Instead, I squatted on the sidewalk, hugging my knees. I hid my face between my arms. I cried uncontrollably, alone, on a deserted and frozen street. "I don't want anyone to find me in a mess like now." I don't know how long I cried alone, and my body shivered. After I wiped my tears, I stood up and took a deep breath. I'm ready to go back home with a new me.

My phone rings somewhere nearby, the sound cutting through the silence and loneliness deep inside me but I ignore it completely. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want comfort, questions, or empty words. I just want to be left alone with the ache that has lived inside me for so long. The tears come harder now. I burst into them without warning, my shoulders shaking as sobs rise from deep within my chest. My whole body trembles with the force of it. I cry for the little girl who waited every day for a father who never came. I cry for the teenager who watched other families and felt invisible.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

I wipe the tears off my face angrily and turn to the window. “Please leave. I want to be left alone”. There's a slight hesitation before I hear his footsteps as he makes his way out. The door slams behind him loudly. I try to hold the tears back but I can't help myself. I crumble down to my knees and sob my aching heart into my hands. I've never felt more alone.