May I Cry Now Novels & Stories

I locked the door, I'm not even into taking a shower, I just want to stay ALONE I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower " I don't want to cry, it's pointless." I said it over and over again. but at one point, I cried. I don't even know why. I just... Cried. My cries are full of pain, sorrow and sadness. I left the shower after composing myself, I got met by Luke's and Cole's eyes. I don't want your sympathy, I deserve it. " You don't deserve anything you are dealing with, Love." Suddenly Marco spoke

I’ve spent hours weeping despite my best efforts to stop. Just knowing I’m crying over a guy has left me feeling pathetic, and that’s not something I’ve ever felt before and I hate it. It’s like it says in that Lee Marvin song, ‘mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry. Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.’

ON MY SECOND TRY! I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE IT. I’m shaking. My hands are shaking, my voice is shaking—if I still had a heartbeat, that would probably be shaking too. I think I’m gonna cry. Like, do vampires even cry? Is that a thing we do? I don’t care. I’m a disaster right now, and you don’t understand how much this means to me. Seriously, y’all.

Eve I couldn't stop crying. A raw grief tore through me, leaving me hollow and broken. The world was unfair—everything was so unfair. No matter how I tried to wipe my face clean, the tears kept falling. It was the kind of crying that came from the soul, the kind you can’t just reason through. The world had wrapped me in disappointment and squeezed. The more I thought about everything, the more I cried.

For how I cannot even recognize myself anymore. I cry for all these. And I cry harder because, despite all these, I still love him. I cry till there is no more tears in my eyes. I guess with how long I have held my tears, my eyes have forgotten how to produce sufficient tears. Because I wanted to cry more, but there was nothing coming out anymore. And that fact made me sadder. Don’t I have the right to cry too? I that spot where I lay, at the root of the tree, where Ma lay too, I let go that I am Luna. At that moment I became that lost girl that is sad at all life is throwing at her.

Kael muttered. I sniffled again, staring at my hand as I felt a liquid drop on it. I didn't realize I was crying. I laughed, hiccuping. “I'm not crying. I'm just trying to get rid of something in my eyes.” I began to rub my eyes. Kael sighed, leaning back on the wall. “It's okay to express your emotions. But not for my situation, it can't be helped.” “It can be!” I shouted, unable to hold back the tears any longer. They rolled down my cheeks, my heart squeezing tight in pain. My shoulders shook, and I hiccuped twice as I sobbed.

She was about to knock again when the door opened and she could see Maggie preparing to leave, she was dressed in a black skimpy gown and Maya could tell she was going to a club. Maggie frowned as she noticed the tears in Maya’s eyes. Cold breeze blew Maya’s nightgown, making her flutter in the breeze, her petite frame tense with concern. “Maya?” she said, voice sharp, stepping forward. “What’s wrong? Why’re you crying like this?” Maya collapsed in her arms and began to cry again as she held Maggie. “It’s over,” she cried, her voice breaking as she cried loudly. Maggie looked confused. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

"I so badly wish you'd call me 'Mama,' smile, and hold my hand. We would face the world together, just you and me, but..." Maya couldn't hold back. She had never cried except for roles. She only cried when she found out her son was no longer alive, and now she couldn't contain her tears. She tried to keep a smile on her lips. "I'm sorry, you have to see your Mama cry. Don't be sad, Mama will stay strong."

I cry out, the sensation white-hot and wild. He pulls off suddenly, gasping for air, his face soaked with tears, spit, and snot. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He wipes his face with the edge of his shirt, trying to regain control. I can’t speak. I just stare at him, in awe. He moves to go again, but I stop him. “Wait.” His eyes flick up, meeting mine. They’re wide and blown with need. “I want to make love to you,” I whisper.

Feeling tears rapidly gather in my eyes and spill all over my cheeks I finally let myself fall, rather dully collapsing on my knees, but not before letting out an equally frustrated and sorrowful cry. “Fuuuck!”