Jotaro Cries Novels & Stories

I sniffed a few times before wiping down the rivers of tears on my face. "You knew I wasn't going to make it. So why let me get this far only to crush my hope?" My voice was croaked and hoarse from the ugly crying. The silence was golden and I looked up when there was no response, only to find them looking down at me, bodies poised and rigid with their faces stoic like they were possessed by some kind of weird shit. "Don't cry, Tesoro." Lorenzo tried to smooth out but I felt too much anger boiling inside of me. How could he?

#Dorothy’s POV# There’s nothing left to cry, but somehow I’m still crying. My face is puffy. My lips are cracked. My chest feels caved out. My arms, limp. My legs, weak. But the tears just won’t stop. They fall in this slow, silent, constant way that makes it feel like I’m leaking from the inside out. I don’t even know what I’m crying about anymore. The babies? Rico? Joel?