Laugh Until We Cry Novels & Stories

Adrian’s friends moved faster than he did. One of them reached out and ripped it from my hand, ending the call mid-ring. Another laughed under his breath, like he’d just seen something absurd. “Seriously?” someone scoffed. “Your fiancée runs into a little trouble and the first thing she does is call her mommy?” Another chimed in, shaking his head with a laugh. “Adrian, this is next-level childish. We’re grown adults, not kindergarteners. What’s she going to do next—cry for a nanny?”

Caleb corrected drawing a burst of soft laughter from both of them. THE END

Everyone started crying. TBC

There was no reason to laugh when everything in my life made me cry either in pain, sadness, self loathing, or regret. I didn’t know laughing could make the stomach hurt so much, or make the eyes water. I found that last part the weirdest. Even laughing; such a positive and happy thing, can end up making you cry! Why is it that tears are always involved in both happiness and sadness? I found that really unreasonable and unfair. There should be no crying in happiness.

It was the best laugh I had had in a long time “She was dead and she rose from the dead!” One screamed as the other screamed even harder. The more they screamed the more I laughed until tears streamed down my face. It was too much for me and I could not help myself but the next thing I knew my body was knocked to the ground hard with pain exploding all through my body, the world spinning all around me.

Layla took a break to look at the handkerchief and earpiece in her hands, and she smiled at them. “Hey, you think the right time to cry is at night, right? It's not. There’s no right time to cry or laugh, but there is a perfect time and place to do it. Ever cry staying in the rain?” She paused and nodded. “No.” “Ever laugh in your enemy’s front?” She nodded. “No.”

He casually said as he gestured at the clothes in his hands. In response Maya did something that shocked both her and Jordan - she laughed. Not a little chuckle, but a full belly churning, laugh. The laugh people use when watching a stand-up comedy shows. Uncensored and uncontrolled. "Casper?" Maya wheezed clutching her sides as tears fell from her eyes.

It was like someone punched me straight in the stomach. The laughter exploded even louder this time. It rolled through the hall, echoing against the walls like waves crashing down on me. It wasn’t just laughter—it was cruel, piercing, made to tear me apart. The kind of laugh people used when they wanted to crush you until you couldn’t breathe anymore. Adrian and Tricia’s laughs rose above everyone else’s, sharp and triumphant. I could see Tricia clutching her stomach as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.

Screwing my expression to maintain a serious front, I tried to be serious but it failed when Ignacio's eyebrow twitched. Like a broken dam, tears spilt from their ducts in rivers while the laughter continues. The action of slamming the documents and walking out of the room only fueled it. However, it wasn't until I saw his exasperated eye roll that sealed the deal. Curling up on the ground in a drunken state of hilarity, I continued wallowing in the endless pit of insanity.

We both kept laughing anyway. Neither of us could have explained why it was as funny as it was. It wasn't that funny. It was just everything that had been wound too tight for too long, releasing all at once. It was eleven months of being careful; they managed one step at a time. Thursday is finally happening, the recognition of crying, the 4 AM drives, and every single inch of distance slowly closed. All of it came out as laughter over a glass of water in the dark. "What is wrong with us?" I managed.