Icarly Cry Novels & Stories

And then I was crying. Not pretty crying. Not silent tears sliding down gracefully. It was ugly and sudden and uncontrollable, tears spilling over as I laughed at the same time, my chest heaving like I had been holding my breath for years and only just remembered how to exhale. Freya’s expression shifted instantly. “Eliza?” she said softly. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, wiping at my face uselessly. “I’m so happy, I just… I don’t know why I’m crying.”

I feel tears in my eyes now. No, I can't be crying in here. People know me around here. I wipe away the tears. “Are you ok?” Gabe asks. Stupid question really…….. “I think I need to go, Gabe, I don’t want people seeing me crying. I have to go to Uni here” I explain as I begin to stand up. He stands too, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you Carino. You said to ask you things I needed to know” he says, running his hand through his hair, frustrated.

I stopped in my tracks. “This is the moment Carly needs you more. You mustn’t cause her any pain.” I looked at Gina. She also knew everything that happened to Carly. I nodded and took off to my car. ******** Carly I wrapped myself in the bed, my heart breaking again, tears wetting my cheeks. I don’t know why the tears won’t stop flowing, like I'm a mess. But it hurt. It hurt because I didn’t know why I was a crying mess. My hand rubbed my stomach, gently.

Carly implored, tears streaming down her face amidst the pain and blurred vision. Tina scoffed, spat on her face, and departed. Collapsed on the ground, Carly's body throbbed with agony. She closed her eyes, the pounding in her head overwhelming. Tina stormed back into her room, her footsteps heavy with frustration. She let out a piercing scream, venting her anger by pushing and breaking anything within her sight. “Seriously!? It was just a dress; stop overreacting!” Alpha Terry entered the room, rolling his eyes at her outburst.

I snapped in a hoarse voice. "Sarah… please look at me…" Troy moved closer. He tried to see my face. "Go away. Don't come near!" I pushed his body away without looking at him. But he seemed to have seen my tear-streaked face. "You're… crying? Why are you crying?" Troy's voice sounded panicked. Caught crying, I grabbed a tissue and wiped my tears. "Sorry for making you cry. Are you thinking about Albert?" he asked, panicked. ‘Oh my gosh! Did he just say I was crying because I was thinking about Albert? But I couldn't tell him I was crying because of what he said earlier.’

I Was crying like a five-year-old so why won't they treat I like one. Get ahold of yourself Ariel Carter! "Miss Tracy ... " He said with a sigh followed by a short pause "I think you should just try to calm down so you can think rationally. Crying won't solve anything." He advised me and I looked away but his words stayed with me."You're right." I sniffled and cleaned my tears once more. This time, for good."Crying won't solve anything but shopping would." Ibeamed putting my best fake smile on. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room. Just as expected, he followed.

he lowered his head and cries more due to the warmth of his friend they just smile and let him cry to his heart, content. after a few minutes, the team went inside and the sorrowful face of John Carl suddenly becomes happy as if nothing happened Jimboy smirk and ridiculed him. “how’s our crybaby? hahaha, “ “whose crybaby?! I'm just enjoying the rain!”- John Carl. he stomped his right foot as he protesting at Jimboy “yea, hahaha”- Dessa. she just sat and followed up the tease of Jimboy

He was still deeply saddened by what had happened some time ago. Ivo, who was driving the car, was startled. He gently stroked his friend's shoulder to calm him down. "Of course you can. It's perfectly normal, you're human too. No one forbids you from crying even if you feel like you are the worst person in the world." Cylo looked away from Ivo. His tears flowed even more profusely. He became even more sad until he finally bowed his head and cried silently.

And all I could do was cry… @SenaSen

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.