May I Cry Now Novels & Stories

The third time Charles cheated on me, I broke down, grabbed a knife, and pressed it to my chest. "If I die today, the Moon Goddess will punish you. This is what you get for cheating!" That was what frightened him. The blade was silver. If it so much as touched my skin, the wound would never heal. My mother rushed over to wrestle the knife away from me. "Zoe, no matter what happens, don't hurt yourself!" "Leave me alone and let me die. He's out there chasing other women, so I'll die right in front of him!" In the struggle, the knife went straight into my mother's chest. She clutched at it, and blood soaked red through her clothes. She was barely breathing, and still she held on to my shirt. "

At one in the morning I was sitting in my grandmother's kitchen with the light off, crying into a dish towel. I had not meant to. I had come down for a glass of water and found myself at the table instead, the same table with the cracked corner, and the moment I sat down the whole week came loose and spilled out of me. The envelope. The cream note. The man in the gray coat. The look on Saffron's face on the steps of the Mirabelle Room, desperate and wrecked, a look I once would have crossed an ocean to see. I cried for all of it, and I cried because I was happy, and that was the worst part.

I cry for my child who will most likely grow up without a father I cry because of how lonely I am. I cry just because. I simply cry.

The sound came out as a wet rasp. “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” Maya cried, voice cracking. “Please. They’ll save you. Please don’t close your eyes... fight it!” Her tears hit my cheek. Hot and fast. I felt them slide down toward my ear. I tried to wipe them away, but my arm wouldn’t move right. Too heavy and too far away. I managed a weak smile anyway. Why the hell did she care so much? I barely knew her. She barely knew me.

I say, my voice cold and empty. I walk back to my room with my head held high, waiting until I'm safely behind my closed door before I let the tears fall. I tear off the white dress, wanting it off my skin, wanting to stop being Elena's ghost. I throw it on the floor and put on my oldest, most comfortable pajamas. Then I curl up on my bed and let myself cry. My phone buzzes. Maya: How did it go? I don't have the energy to type a full response. Instead, I just send: Exactly as awful as I expected.

fat bitch. I wipe my eyes. My mood completely ruined. I’m about to curl up in bed and cry some more when my phone starts ringing. Maya’s name appears on the screen. I’m honestly not in the mood to talk, but if u don’t pick up she won’t stop calling. She’s persistent. “Hello,”I try my best not to make my crying obvious in my tone. Maya would be here immediately if she knew I was crying and it’s all because of Marcus.

Three drops Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably Years of pain, humiliation, loneliness, and suffering burst out all at once Matteo immediately panicked "Hey" He moved closer "Why are you crying?" Myra didn’t answer. The tears refused to stop Matteo became even more flustered "Did I say something wrong? Did I scare you?" Myra only cried harder. Matteo ran a hand through his hair. For someone who could command an entire kingdom without blinking, dealing with one crying woman was proving impossible

Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 My relationship with everyone is tenuous. Sheila, my friend the only one I wish, so I could share, a place of complaining angrily at me. I don't know what to do. Being ignorant is wrong; being bandy is also wrong. But to cry, please, I'm not strong enough to cry. All my life spent only crying. I do not want. I'm at the most potent point in my life, but I don't want to keep crying. There were too many things to do but cry.

I can't, and I don't know how to. After some very long seconds have passed that no one from us uttered anything, I didn't expect the next thing that she did. She closed her eyes and tears were finally falling from her eyes. Oh, shit! Did I make her cry? Now, I feel so bad seeing her break down in tears. "Hey, I... Umm, hey, don't cry, Maia. I mean, Mia. Don't---" I let out as I don't have any idea what to do, and she cut me off.

I can't keep breaking down, especially when I have to find a roof over my head and pay all the upcoming expenses. I let out a deep sigh and turned around. I couldn't take it anymore, and my tears started to flow. I'm not a crybaby, but I can't help it. I won't hold back, and I swear I feel terrible, to the point where I want to jump into the pool and never come out.