May I Cry Now Novels & Stories

not safe for us to do. Tears threatened to spill again, but I blinked them away. I wouldn't cry over Chase again or Adrian, not tonight. "Magpie?" I lifted my eyes to meet his. "What?" "You can cry if you want. I know you haven't gotten over everything yet. Especially since you never got to talk about it with everyone. It's a pretty crazy secret to have," Adrian chuckled nervously. "I am not crying over my kidnapping." "Then why are you crying?" I sighed. "I just...you don't want me anymore?"

And Amara, that crybaby is crying in her room. "Cry a river" I muttered. What I need now are my pills, she obviously can't help me.

My throat runs dry and a lump starts to appear, I know it’ll lead to nothing but tears so I try my best to push it down. I will not cry. —*

Maya’s POV My body shook as I clung to Williams, pressing my face into his chest, crying like the world was about to end. His chest no longer rose with breath, yet I swore I could still feel him. My sobs broke against his skin, hot and helpless, the sound muffled by the silence of the room. I hated myself for crying. I was supposed to be strong. For him. For the pack. For myself. But tonight, everything came crushing hard on me and the tears refused to stop.

Tonight, I’m going to cry until there’s nothing left in me. Rei told me not to… begged me not to. But the tears won’t stop. I feel shattered. I feel powerless. He’s not here. And he’s never coming back. I want to honor his words. I want to be strong. But please… just for tonight, let me feel everything. Let me fall apart. Because the pain is too much. Now that I know—really know—that he won’t return… I just want to cry. Cry until I can breathe again. Just for tonight. I want to release all of it. I want to scream, but no sound comes out. Only the ache stays.

“But you need to cry, Ella. You need to deal with the attack.” “But I don’t want to.” I moan, feeling very immature now. “It’s okay, I’m going to help you.” Sinclair promises, stroking my spine. “And afterwards I promise I’ll make you feel good.” “No, please… I don’t want to cry.” I confess, my voice very small now. “Why not?” Sinclair asks. “What’s so terrible about crying?”

“You don't have to cry.” “Cry? I'm not…” my voice trailed off when I realized I was indeed crying. Why was I crying?

“And if he won’t?” God, I wanted to cry, but I swallowed the lump back and shrugged. “If he won’t, then the only other option is to find a life here without him. And I can’t do that while everyone sees me like some weepy child.” Maya’s gaze went flat. “Perhaps you should consider not whining and crying like one, then?” I gritted my teeth, because I knew she was right. But it felt mean of her to say it. Still, I braced myself. “Why do you think I’m here?”

The tears flow uncontrollably, a river of grief that refuses to dry up. As I cry, I hear a knock at the door. It's soft, hesitant, as if the person on the other side is unsure if they should disturb me. I freeze, my heart racing with fear. Who could it be? Adrian, come to gloat over my misery? To smirk and tell me how I'm his prisoner? "Go away!" I yell, my voice hoarse from crying. I just wanted to be alone, maybe even die here. I don't even know how I feel right now... The tears wouldn't stop flowing.

“I was so scared to tell you. I thought you’d be disappointed. I thought you’d hate me.” I grab her face, making her meet my gaze. “I could never hate you. Do you understand? Never.” She cries even harder now. I hold her close. The door swings open again. Rina stands there, mouth agape, eyes wide. “Big Sister Selena? Maya? Why are you crying?” Maya quickly wipes her cheeks. “We’re not crying.” “You’re crying. Your face is wet.” “It’s just sweat.” “It’s winter!” I chuckle, and Rina’s expression breaks into a pout.