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Mara cried, cupping my face in her hands, a few drops of her tears falling on my face. "Mara... It hurts." I cried, a tear slipping out of my eyes, but instead of fake years, these were real. This fucking hurts! Having a hole in your stomach hurt like crazy, I was literally battling to stay away right now. "Agnes.... Please stay with me, Nikolai?" Mara raised her head to see her son by the curtains, his eyes red tears about to fall at any moment. "Aunt". He shouted as he rushed towards me, kneeling beside my almost limp body.

I asked, ignoring the pang of guilt at the sound of Marco crying. Seth and I watched him as he cried, his body racking with sobs as tears fell past his cheeks, running through the blood before dropping on the floor. And I wondered how it was possible to cry without eyes. I guess pain didn't care which organs you had left. Minutes passed by and Marci stopped crying. Instead he started to laugh, a dark sinister sound that filled our ears unexpectedly. I exchanged looks with Seth who looked just as surprised at Marco. He laughed despite the heavy despair he was feeling and I recognized that sound very well.

Aunt Marie didn't know she had arrived. Suddenly, Aunt Marie turned and saw Cassandra standing at the door. Her tired face immediately brightened, and without saying a word, she ran out of the pigsty toward Cassandra. "My child, you've finally come!" Aunt Marie's voice almost cracked, filled with so much emotion. She immediately embraced Cassandra tightly, as though afraid of losing her again. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Cassandra was taken aback. She hadn't expected such a warm reception. "Aunt, why are you crying?" Cassandra asked gently. She was confused to see Aunt Marie crying non-stop, as if something very sad had happened.

Mara was by her side wiping away her crocodile tears as she painted the way to the puppet. ‘’It is with great sadness that my heart can't bear to send my husband to his final rest. I know we all are grieving but I will want all of us to know life goes on and should keep an eye on one another. The witch who did this must be caught’’ Luna Henrietta sobs even more, making the crowd cry with her. Mara could not hold a straight. She had to act and so did she. She cried just as much as her mistress, but inwardly laughed in the face of everyone.

I reach the point I heard the cries, and saw the pixie who had been crying, I noticed that she didn’t have any wings like the others I had seen at the entrance. “Hello,” I said to the cute little creature. She didn’t notice me standing there until she turned, she was too concerned about the challenge she was facing. “Hello,” she said to me, wiping her tears. “My name is Mariana.” “I’m Marylin, and it’s nice to meet you Mariana, can you tell me why you are crying?” Mariana began to explain her predicament to me.

She froze, her eyes locked on his. “I’m not... angry,” he muttered, blinking rapidly. “I’m not even crying, but these tears won’t stop.” His voice cracked as he wiped his eyes, sobering from the laughter. “Jayson...” Marianne called his name softly, feeling her own heart shatter under the weight of his sadness.

said Marlin. Noah let out an awkward sigh and took Marlin's advice. I immediately ran to my room, I buried my head in the pillow and sobbed, was it not enough that I lost Dennis and Delon. How could I lose Maria this time? But still what Maria did was wrong. I don't know what way I can do to protect Maria. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Maria. I can't do anything. Margaret will be sad if Maria dead "I cried.

Marinette was moaning loudly as she was being fucked. Oh wow! I never knew Marinette could sound like this. “Ahh… Ohhh… Shit… Har… Harder baby…” And I also heard the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other. Who the hell is fucking Mari like this? He was ruining her. I chuckled. The sounds were interesting. I didn't bother to knock anymore, I just sat at the porch waiting for them to get done. Marinette's parents traveled, so she brought a guy home to have fun for the weekend. Probably a guy from school.

She looked directly at Amara, searching for any sign of understanding, but all she saw was cold judgment. “Yet after saving you at the cost of my own freedom,” Marceline’s voice cracked, a raw, bitter sob breaking free, “all you do is shout at me, disown me, and judge me.” Her body shook with grief, the years of silence and pain finally exploding into a storm of emotion. Amara’s face remained unreadable for a moment, then slowly her gaze softened, tears welling in her own eyes — perhaps for the first time since this nightmare began. But Marceline, caught in the whirlwind of her own despair, let out a bitter, almost hysterical laugh.

he chuckled while tears rolled out of her eyes. "Hey, why are you crying? Do you want your parents to disapprove of me?" He frowned whilst wondering her reasons for crying "I love you, Xander," Marianne uttered and hugged him with more tears rolling out of her eyes.