Icarly Crying Novels & Stories

Charles seemed to have not gotten over Hanna's death as well. Ivy didn't like the fact that he was still crying, but she didn't want to appear selfish either. After all, this was her sister. She moved to the side and allowed them to cry. Seeing her mom cry so much made her eyes misty, and eventually, she walked out of the cemetery and went back to the car.

“DA—Uncle!” “Uncle…” He came to a halt and stared at the two of them as those who whispered to each other. “H-Hi?” said Dominic, and when he saw his children in front of him, he realized he was crying again. “Why are you crying, uncle?” asked Carrie, and Dominic noticed Carrie was concerned about him. While wiping away his tears, he laughed and shook his head. Dominic smiled and patted them on their head. “Can I hug you?” he asked, opening his arms to confirm that he could.

Harlow follows us without understanding what the fuck is going on. “What happened?” Carly asks, and I feel the tears prickling in the back of my eyes. “Shit,” I whisper as a single tear rolls down my cheek. “Oh, she is so happy she is crying,” Harlow says and Carly smacks her in the arm. “Shut the fuck up. Can’t you see that there’s something wrong?” Carly says and Harlow looks at me and she opens her mouth and closes it again, looking like a fish out of water.

I whisper back between giggles. I could hear Adrian cuss me out in the back of my head as Caroline and I took a spare room on the same floor. She stood by the window, watching the stary sky, twinkling with life, while I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to open up when ready. Never did I expect she would start crying. I mean, I never, ever seen Caroline cry. That's something she doesn't do. Ever. "I bro-ke him. It's m-y fau-lt. All this--." She covers her face with her hands. I make my way to her and hug her tightly.

Confusion laced all over my mind as I walked up to her. " are you crying? " I asked her and she nodded her head to say no. I frowned as I picked her face up with my hands to stare into her hazel eyes. It was red and filled with tears. " why are you crying Cheryl? " I asked as I closed the gap between us before hugging her tight against my chest. Her sobs filled my hoodie as she placed her hands over my neck, I could hear her voice cracking. " its..its him " she stated and looked at me deeply, her lips quavering as the tears kept falling from her eyes. " he's back Adam, " she said breaking down. There is only one thing that can make Cheryl cry. Its not possible, unless...

Elizabeth. Carol comes knocking at my doors moments after, but I don’t want to speak with her, so I stay where I am, with my head buried in a soft pillow on which my tears dry. I’m normally not a person to cry out loud when I am upset. Most of the time, I’d just bury my face in a pillow and let the tears fall soundlessly as I run every reason as to why I’m sad in my head until the severity of those reasons and the intensity of my emotions die out. It was my coping mechanism with grief, and after a good cry, I would find myself being able to completely move on from it.

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.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Marcel scoffed, his expression defensive. "Why should I cry? I'm not crying." I raised an eyebrow, my gaze locked on his. "Your eyes are red, and they look... wet." His jaw clenched, his voice firm. "I'm not crying." "Alright then. If you say so," I smiled, my tone teasing. Marcel's expression crumpled, and he admitted, "Fine, I'm crying. Happy now?" I looked at him, surprised. "What? Why?"

Fear, nerves, joy, and that feeling like you could soar at any moment. “Audrey, wow!” Carly stops at the doorway. Her eyes widen, and she quickly covers her mouth with her hands. She walks toward me slowly, fighting back tears. “You look so lovely… so beautiful in your wedding gown,” she says, her voice trembling. I let out a laugh even though I’m on the verge of tears myself. “Damn, I don’t want to cry, I’ll ruin my makeup,” Carly complains, wiping her eyes. “Me too,” I say, forcing a chuckle.

My eyes were already dimming and I was going to shed tears but looking at her eyes, they were still bright brown, no sign of sadness, she didn't even act like someone who would miss me. “Carly?” I called her out. She shrieked, “What?” “I'm going, you aren't gonna miss me right?” I said to her but she shook her face with a witty smile. “I'm really in pain but I just can't cry, I feel like blushing or laughing is the usual way I show my sorrows.” Tears dropped out now as she popped her eyes out to focus on me. I was moved into believing her. We hugged so tight. “Safe journey, sis. I'll miss you so much. Well, it's just one year left and we'll be reunited again.”