Laugh Until We Cry Novels & Stories

Evelyne and I could not control it and started laughing. Aniya also threw back her head and roared with laughter. After a few minutes, I didn’t know what happened. But my laughter turned into hysteric cries of pain. Evelyne was beside me in a jiffy. She had also started crying. We both were done hiding our pain from each other and could not take it anymore. Aniya sat on the floor and hugged both of us. That afternoon we cried for Sam. We cried for Elijah. Maybe I cried for Justin too. I guess we all needed that outlet. It was not possible for us to go ahead without letting all the pent-up weight out of our chests.

"You are the best thing that happened to my life. You brought out the happiness inside me that no one else could bring it out. You brought out the best version of me that no one else could make me do so. You made me do things that I have never done before, but to you only. Clyone, you made everything in me enchantic. You are the very very very best moment in my life that I will treasure ever. Baby, don't cry with mucus on. It's disgusting." Despite of my face being soaked with my own tears and myself letting out silent sobs, I couldn't help, but laugh after of what you said. You just won't let me cry in peace, will you? You always break the drama with your puns. Geeze. I cannot with you.

At some point, we laughed until we cried, then cried until the laughter returned, soft and broken. Somewhere between the tears and the empty bottles, we made a quiet promise, to heal, to rise, and to be ready for whatever came next.

I laugh uncontrollably, screaming, squirming and trying hard to break free from him and his attacks. “You want to laugh? I’ll give you something to laugh about.” He says, not stopping for a moment. I laughing so hard right now that tears are threatening to fall out my eyes. “Stopppppppp” I yell amidst laughter. “Say please.” “Pleaseeeeeee” I can fill my throat tighten from laughing so much. “Say you’re sorry.” “I’m sorryyyyy.” I plead before he finally stops. I laugh for some time before I finally catch my breath. Wiping the tears that escaped during the attacks.

~Lyra~ She straightened up, wiping a tear from her eye, still giggling like she’d just pulled the world’s most expensive prank. Her laugh had that high-pitched, wheezy chaos to it — the kind of sound that came from the gut, like she was unhinged and delighted and fully prepared to emotionally destroy me before breakfast.

] Vicky quickly typed a reply. [Lydia works at my boyfriend’s company, Wells Group. She’s more ambitious than I am and not as useless as I am. Hehe.] Her words were laced with sugary malice. I stared at the phone screen, unfazed, and swiped past. A week later, when I arrived at our class reunion, the private room was already full. Everyone was buzzing about Vicky and Nicholas. “Vicky’s so lucky. It’s like she jumped straight to the top.”

It was the sound of two giant puzzle pieces snapping together in a way that was so horrible, so unfair, that it almost made a crazy kind of sense. I laughed. I laughed out loud into the perfect quiet of my midnight room. I laughed until my stomach muscles hurt. I laughed until hot, angry tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall.

Her shoulders were trembling nonstop. "What are you crying for? You’ve got the nerve to cry? You ruined everyone’s lives. What right do you have to cry?" An enraged classmate rushed over, pried her hands away from her face, and screamed at her. However, when she lifted her head, there wasn’t a single tear on her face. Her body trembled violently. Only a faint glimmer of moisture lingered at the corners of her eyes. "Pfft—hahahahahaha…" Her laughter burst out, warped and hysterical.