Man Crying Novels & Stories

Bigla akong natigil sa pagtawa at nataranta ng mangilid ang luha sa kanyang mata. "No! No stop... Okay, I'm sorry I won't laugh anymore. Please don't cry, baby Nate." "I-I'm not a baby. You first call me beyta now you call me baby. I'm already big. I really hate you. I'll call daddy to fire you." Humihikbing sabi niya. "Okay. If you don't want me to call you baby or bata you'll stop crying. Only the baby is crying. You're a man so shouldn't cry. A man doesn't cry with small things." Pagpapatahan ko sa kanya.

he whipped me hard from behind and that made me cry in pain. Inulit niya iyon ng limang beses bago siya huminto at pumunta sa harapan ko. I looked at him crying and he just demonically laughed at my reaction. Nung humupa ang pagtawa niya at umiling siya habang naka-ngiting pinagmamasdan ako. Gusto ko man magsalita pero nanghihina ako sa sakit ng paglatigo niya sa akin, kaya wala akong magawa kundi ay ang umiyak. Lumapit siya sa akin at bumulong. “Is it painful? Do you want more?” he mumbled.

Then my chest started hurting, and before I could stop it, tears came. Not pretty tears. Not cinematic, single-tear-down-the-cheek type. More like ugly, silent, nakakahiya kind of crying where you press your sleeve to your face because you don’t want even your own room to witness it. I cried for Jun, kahit hindi ko siya kilala. For Miro, who made jokes about fractions and probably grew up with a missing space he didn’t know how to name. For Marisol, who still smiled while carrying groceries, bills, medicine, and ghosts.

Kung papaano sila makaka-takas. Someone entered the room, it’s a man in his forties. “Well, well, well. Are you that bastard who hurt my daughter’s feelings?!” That made Czar remember the woman who he saw that night. He shook his head, as his tears trickling down over his soft cheeks. That man lifted his dad's chin in an arrogant manner. “Do you wish to die early?”

Rence also lost weight. Hindi man niya gusto, nangilid ang luha sa mga mata niya na nag-iwas siya ng tingin para hindi mapansin ng anak ang mali sa kanya. Ngunit dahil kilala siya ni Rence, napansin kaagad nito na may mali. "Dada, you looked sad." Umiling siya. "No, Dada's okay, Champ. See, I'm smiling." Ngumiti siya rito.

Dera didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Eventually she did both a little. “Ano ba ‘yan,” she whispered emotionally while hugging her daughter tighter, “too smart naman.” Deya simply cuddled closer against her. Then softly in the gentle honest way only children could speak. “You don’t need fake smile here.” And that… that nearly broke the entire room emotionally. Lora immediately turned around dramatically. “PUTANGINA I’M CRYING.” “You’re always crying,” Ji Lian muttered quietly though his own voice sounded softer now too.

I really do. I could feel the hard invisible lump on my throat that blocks my airways. I swallowed nervously. My hand that was caressing her cheeks, neck, forehead and hair is trembling a bit. My lips quivering as I stifled a sob and I could feel the warm wet tears damping my face. I sounded and looked so gay, I know but who the fucm cares? Real men cry for their woman, especially if they’re worth it. That’s one of the lesson, Karmine taught me.

Tumango siya sa sinabi ko at bahagyang nginitian ang lalaki sa aking likod. Naunang maglakad si Ciara sa akin bago sumunod si Manang na hindi pa rin makapaniwala sa nakita. Pasimple kong pinunasan ang luhang kumawala sa aking mata at hinarap ang asawang matagal nawala sa akin...sa amin ng anak ko. Manuel wiped his own tears. Namumula ang mga mata at ilong niya. “I-I don't know how to do this. Ayaw kong gulatin ang anak natin.”Mahina kong sabi. Nasasaktan at hindi alam kung anong gagawin para sa amin.

What the fuck is this? "Then explained it to me!" Mas lalo pang nadurog ang puso ko nang matanaw ang lalaking iyon na umiyak, nothing's more heartbreaking than a man crying like a child. "Nasa burol ang anak ko ngayon at. . . hindi ko matanggap na wala na siya!" Reticenced. The room was in complete silence after his mourn.

I was struggling to remove his hand na unti-unti rin namang lumuwag. “K-Katherine? Fuck! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Nagulat ako nang bigla niya akong yakapin. His shoulder was shaking, indicating that he was freaking crying. Lumambot ang expression ng mukha ko at kaagad siyang niyakap. It’s my first time witnessing his vulnerability. Parang hindi isang Damon Lucifer Dankworth na pinuno ng isang mafia organization ang umiiyak ngayon habang yakap-yakap ako nang mahigpit. I caressed his back to calm him.