Icarly Crying Novels & Stories

“Don’t hold it in. You’re going to choke on it.” I shook my head fast. “I’m fine.” “You’re not, i have always said it’s okay to cry “ I looked away, i didn’t want him to see the tears already forming. He didn’t say anything else and i couldn’t hold it anymore . The tears rushed before I could stop them. I covered my face with my hands and choked on the first sob. Damon moved closer and pulled me into him. I didn’t fight it. I cried into his shirt. It was that hard , messy , ugly ,kind of cry that comes from somewhere deep you forgot was there.

[Cara] I am not a crybaby. I am raised not to be one. A little spoiled, maybe, but never cry more than once about the same problem. I toughened up and faced it rather than breaking down every time it resurfaced in my mind. Nonetheless, the surge of emotions was just too much, too painful to be held close. Like a dam bursting into floods, my tears flowed into rivers soon as I throw myself inside my car. That insufferable bastard really had the audacity to follow me after delivering that horrendous news like it was nothing.

I looked at Isaac as I said the last part and his eyes finally met mine with a harsh sadness that almost mirrored my own. So this is why he’s been ignoring me. I swallowed and looked at Whitney, “Excuse me.” I hurried to the bathroom as a lump formed in my throat and the tears came faster. Once the door was shut, I leaned back on it and crumbled to the floor in my tears, my hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs. After a few minutes of crying, I felt nauseous and crawled to the toilet to throw up, heaving for breath by the time I was done. I flushed the toilet and turned to sit on the ground.

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

“I’m so so..rry'' he said in between hiccups. He's crying his heart out. The sounds of his crying pains me, it’s as if my heart was being squeezed. “Di… I’m really sorry.” “Sorry? For what? Hey… look at me. Why are you saying sorry?” I said softly. I lifted his chin to force him to look at me. He did. His eyes and nose are red now from crying. I wiped his tears away with my thumb but his tears kept streaming down his cheeks like a river. “Di… I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Sean was crying really hard that it made him hiccups.

“It wasn't your fault. You lost your memories, you know?” “No.” I didn't want to accept that. I should have still treated them a bit better. They were my mates. They were nice people. My eyes watered again and I started to sob. As I closed my eyes, all the tears went loose. My shoulder shook as I cried bitterly. “Alicia?” I shot my eyes open to see Arnold staring at me, his eyes were opened just slightly. I rushed out of the chair, smiling at him. “Why are you crying?”

Why am I seeing this in her head? ‘’Alicia why are you crying?’’ Ethel rubs my tears. He picks me from Patty’s arms and hugs me. I had no idea I was already in tears. It’s just heart breaking seeing the girl die every time. But now it was even scary seeing the nightmare in Catty’s head. I can’t tell them about this. Catty will be really scared. And Ethel might freak out and so will the rest of them. ‘’I am okay.’’ I say. Unlocking myself from Ethel’s arms. ‘’I just miss Mom and Dad.’’

I nod and walk away with him, but I could still feel Liam, how frustrated he was like he still was inside my head. Some hours ago: I was running, holding my tears in me, just a little push and I'd explode into the air. Why can't he be like a normal human being and act like one at the end of the day? Since I wanted to go away from him, I directly call Icy as I also pull a cab and sit inside showing the address to the driver. " Hey, Icc? Where are you?" I ask her, my voice almost shaking as I can barely keep myself from crying like a baby.

Lucian stayed silent, listening. I reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, then playfully pinched his nose. "When it gets too much-when I'm so mad at fate and life and my parents-I watch a stupid movie, eat salty popcorn with juice, and cry about completely ridiculous things on screen. It helps." Lucian hid his face in his hands. "I'm a man. I can't cry," he mumbled, voice muffled. I smiled through the ache in my chest and gently took his face in both my hands, thumbs wiping the fresh tears from under his eyes.

A sob tore from Lucy’s throat before she could stop it. She dropped her phone onto the table. The envelope slipped from her fingers, landing flat against the wood. She covered her face with both hands as another sob shook her shoulders. "Lucy!" her mother cried, dropping the kitchen scissors. They hit the floor with a sharp clang. "What is wrong? Why are you crying like this?" Lucy sank into one of the wooden dining chairs, her legs completely giving out. She pulled her knees up to her chest, burying her face against her arms. She wept openly, her tears soaking through the fabric of her sleeves.