Icarly Cry Novels & Stories

he asked. "Are you not listening? Just leave me alone!" I yelled, but he kept coming close. Tears had already welled up in my eyes so much that I tilted my head backward to stop it from falling down my face, but it came down anyway. "Damn this!" I cursed, wiping my tears aggressively. Alaric paused and watched me. His expression stunned, like he was surprised to actually see me cry. "You're crying," he said, his voice sounding like he hated to see me in pain.

Carlo took a painful deep breath I could hear he was having difficulty breathing . "I'm sorry Maxi. I'm so, so, so, sorry." I started getting anxious but I had to maintain self control given the fact that I was at work. "Carl please tell me what the hell are you sorry for ?" I must have sounded angry cause the next thing I knew ,Carl was crying. He never cried easily except where family is involved. He did cry at his mom's funeral and Andrea's .So this must be serious. "There's been an accident I'm in the ward next door and Clara... Is ... Clara is ... "

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

I cried. 7

It felt comforting and I didn’t want him to let go. “I am fine,” I said quietly. “I just remembered something that upset me. I didn’t realize I was crying. I am sorry.” Gabriel let out a breath and released me. I felt colder. He sat back on the couch and Nick laughed. “Well, shit. We really don’t know what to do when a girl cries, man,” he said looking at Gabriel. “We just went into full panic mode.” I smiled and wiped my tears from my cheek. “You are even prettier when you smile,” Nick said, looking back at me.

Kelly wailed into her hands. “HOLY HELL KELLY!! That is so exciting!” I said and I tried to make my way to her to give her a hug. It was completely awkward but I managed to. I let her cry on my shoulder for a few minutes before she started to hiccup. “Why are you crying though?”

She stuffed her mouth full of apples and could not help but cry again. She chewed furiously. Then she wiped away her tears with her other hand and turned to look at Zac. "I'm sorry I'm crying again. I'm terrible." In the end, she cried so much that she could not help herself. She did not know what she was crying about either. Was she crying about Uncle Wallace's death, her parent's death, or her life and love? She had no idea, but the tears would not stop. Olivia could not help coughing a few times when her lungs twitched. She finished the apple in two bites and swallowed it with the pain.

I snap out of whatever world I was slipping into and look at Sabrina who was waiting for me to respond. " Sorry." I mumble throwing the cotton candy on the floor in front of me. " Come , sit with us." Elena smiles. " No." I mutter. " Sage, please." Sabrina mumbles. " No." Wiping my tears harshly , I bang shut the door of my bathroom. Sliding down against the door, the tears I held back at the bay came flowing down my cheeks. Seeing him after all this crumpled down my mental state, I've spent so much in building. I pull my hair letting out an inaudible scream as my insides scorched in pure agony.

“You don't have to cry.” “Cry? I'm not…” my voice trailed off when I realized I was indeed crying. Why was I crying?

Noah looks worried. The two men make brief eye contact and Richard nods. “Hey, buddy,” Richard says easily to Noah. “Let’s go and buy some chewing gum for the flight.” “Chewing gum!” yells Noah ecstatically, and follows Richard off. I give another involuntary yelp, and Lorcan takes me by the elbows. “Fliss … are you crying?” “No!” I say at once. “I never cry in the daytime. It’s my rule. I never ever cryyy-eee.” The word disintegrates into a third of these strange, high-pitched yelps. Something wet is on my cheek. Is that a tear?