Josh Allen Crying Novels & Stories

And so, she remained on her position, sobbing until she found it hard to breathe. Joshua finally stood up. "I'll rest a bit," he said to the second and third leader. Smiling, he walked towards the entrance and met his friends. As if everything is okay, Joshua said, "I'll go and sleep for a moment." 'How can he smile like that? How is it possible for him to not shed any tears for his father?!' Celine has these thoughts while staring at the vulnerable-looking man in front. She was in rage, clenching her fists and biting the flesh inside her mouth.

The light-headedness set in and I felt like I’d stopped breathing. “Breathe, Allie,” coached Josh. He scooted next to me on the branch and held my face in his hands, counting me through my breaths until I felt better. “We’re never going to get out of here Josh,” I choked out through heavy sobs. “I’m so sorry I got you caught up in all this.” Josh wrapped his arms around me, cradling my head to his chest. He rubbed my back in circles and rested his chin on the top of my head. I didn’t think about pushing him away, despite what had happened earlier today.

I gasped, books tumbling from my arms as I clutched the spot, tears instantly stinging my eyes. Oh god. Everyone’s looking. Everyone saw that. “Oh shit,” Josh said, but there wasn’t a single trace of apology in his voice. If anything, he sounded amused. “My bad.” He didn’t even wait a second before raising his voice, making sure everyone within earshot could hear him. “Thought you might need something hard just to finally feel anything.” His friends burst out laughing. A few of them whistled, and I could already see people pulling out their phones, angling them toward me like this was some kind of show.

He stood there staring at me, his blue eyes rimmed red, full of despair. "Shayla..." Josh whispers, his voice breaking, and I shake my head. Oh God… "Josh, no.” "I'm so sorry," Josh mutters, taking hold of my upper arms. "Cole's plane has crashed…”

It was the 20th floor, with Fifth Street's traffic streaming far below. Marco burst into tears on the spot. He lunged forward, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the carpet. He kneeled on the spot and repeatedly slapped himself. "I won't say those horrible things anymore, Lina. I'll send Fiora away for good so that she'll never appear before you again." I gave in once I looked at Marco's bruised and swollen face. It seemed like things between us had returned to normal, with him treating me with even greater devotion and care.

MJ said. “Even if I’m found guilty?” Jared asked. “Jared.” MJ said. “I’m going to go home for the next week until the coach gets the report. I need to clear my head.” Jared said. “Away from me you mean?” MJ said. They don’t say anything else. They get to the apartment and MJ sits on the couch. Jessi sits beside her holding her hand. MJ refused to let him see her cry. He packed a bag and left. After the door closed, MJ went and took a shower and let the tears flow. She sinks down to the floor bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She buries her face in her knees and continues to cry feeling her heart rip apart.

My voice cracked, and I swallowed hard to keep the sobs from escaping. He reached out and gently took my hand in his. “I promise you, we’ll find him. I won’t stop until we do.” I nodded, but before I could say anything, my phone buzzed. A message. I grabbed my phone, my heart pounding violently in my chest. My hands trembled as I unlocked the screen. And then I saw it. A video. With shaky fingers, I pressed play. Josh. He was sitting on the ground, his face streaked with tears, his small body trembling. The place around him was dark, empty, like he was in the middle of nowhere. His lips quivered as he sobbed, his voice barely above a whisper.