I Cry Alone Novels & Stories

I didn't know a man could make me cry for such a long time. Living alone and being alone without a boyfriend had made me think that there was no way I'd cry because of a man. No matter what he does, I'd be standing firm on the ground cause I wouldn't reduce myself to be one of those pússy I see every day, crying because a man left them or said hurtful words to them. But this man was making me tired emotionally and I didn't know why. One word from him could shut down my whole system and I didn't like it at all.

feel like I’m losing out. If I never left Florida, I would still be with Nathaniel. If I never moved back to Hawaii, I would have never had Ryan or Xan. Basically, there is a lot of if’s, and’s, or but’s that are constantly going through my head. It all comes down to that saying “it’s better to love and lost, then to not love at all” or something like that. Personally, I would rather long for love than have a taste of it to only have it stripped away. Again. I’m not saying that I love Orion, but I feel like I could. Being single year after year is very lonely, though it’s not by choice. I just want to have someone want to be with me as much as I want to be with him. Maybe this is

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.

"I'm just a little tired, that's all." She looked at me doubtfully, but she didn't push it. I knew that she could tell something was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to talk about it. I went to my room and closed the door, collapsing onto my bed. I buried my face in my pillow and let the sobs come. I felt like my whole world had crumbled. I had never felt so alone. I knew that my friends and family would be there for me, but in that moment, it felt like I was all alone. I fell asleep crying, my tears soaking the pillow beneath me.

‎Alone with my grief. ‎And for the first time since leaving New York, I finally allowed myself to cry.

Lucas couldn't bring himself to smile at her cute censoring. "No of course I don't want you to leave me alone. I'd have you by my side at all times if I could. Believe me baby please. I'm sorry and I didn't mean it. I'm so lost without you. People think it's you who depends on me but I can't function without you. You're the one that looks after me because without you I'm just empty. Please baby I love you." He cried into her stomach as her fingers made their way into his soft hair. "Really?" She sniffled.

Darcy I returned to my room in tears. Never had I felt so alone, confused and alienated from my own emotions. Never had I hated myself as I did at this point. I had always been the problem. Always. I wailed until I was hoarse. Then another, quieter sob wracked through my body. My shoulders heaved with each ragged breath, and yet I couldn’t stop crying. It was all I could do, really—not breathe for myself at least.

The pressure of being alone. I curled into myself, hugging my knees to my chest, and the tears kept falling, as if they could wash away the ache in my heart. I wanted to scream, to break free from the suffocating grip of it all, but all I could do was cry. The sobs wracked my body, and I felt completely helpless. No one cared. No one understood. I was alone in a place where I was never meant to be. And no matter how hard I tried, it felt like nothing would ever change.

“Want to be alone,” I heard her sigh deeply as she squeezed my shoulder. “I'm afraid, I can't. Not when you're like this. You've been crying for almost three hours. I'm worried.” I still didn't move, didn't say a word to her. I really wanted to be left alone and so what if I'd cried for three hours? My heart, my mind, my soul was a mess. I was experiencing intense emotional distress and even crying for three more hours wouldn't be enough to let it all out.

~ANYA POV~ I clutch the phone tightly to my chest and let my body fall to the cold tiled floor. My heart feels like it's being squeezed from the inside. The silence of the pool area presses down on me, heavy and cruel. Then the tears come hot, painful, endless. I cry until my throat burns and my chest aches. My sobs echo softly in the wide empty space. Every sound bounces back to me, reminding me that I am alone. Completely alone.