May I Cry Now Novels & Stories

And then it hit her. The tears came, and she couldn't stop them. Her chest tightened, the sobs wracking her body, the sound of her own brokenness echoing in the quiet room. The hurt, the anger, the frustration,it all came flooding out in a rush, like a dam finally breaking. She didn't know how long she cried, only that it felt like it would never end. And in that moment, Maya just wanted to scream, to make it stop, but she couldn't. She couldn't make the world stop spinning. She couldn't make herself stop feeling this hollow, this empty. So, she cried. She cried until she couldn't anymore

“I love that look on your face, I’m coming through. Before you cry like a baby the way Mia cries.” “I don’t cry and be fast please,” I yelled from the room.

What the fuck did I just hear? I didn't know the time when tears streamed out of my eyes. Trust me, I'm holding myself back. I'm trying to prevent myself fr om bawling because that's what my body needs right now. ******

I ain’t the drinking type, but these days I feel like whiskey and coke calm my afflictive emotions that seem to get the best of me. “No. I saw her today. I thought being with what’s her face would help me forget her.” My eyes got watery. It’s weird because I don’t cry. I’ve only shed a tear when it comes to my Mom and that’s rare. Frankly, the song playing was making it worse, ‘Need You Now by Lady Antebellum’. “She looked so gorgeous on her bike. I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone like her. Ever.” I roughly wiped my eyes for the tears threatening to fall.

I don’t know why the full force of my loss and heartbreak has chosen this moment to manifest itself into a wave of desolation that makes me want to do nothing but cry, but I feel unspeakably awful right now. My cheeks burn with embarrassment at crying, but as my cries morph into twisting, heavy sobs, I realize this is the first time I’ve actually just let myself cry over this entire situation–a real, proper cry, not just a few shed tears that I’ve quickly swiped away. The sort of cry that’s cathartic, after all the misery.

She hissed and walked away with my brother. Just like that. They left me there, on the cold floor of the pack house, outside the Alpha's chamber where my boyfriend was with another woman. "Are you going to sit and watch her take everything from you?" The voice came from inside my head. My wolf, Ember. "What do you expect me to do? Nobody believes me, nobody cares," I cried out to her. "Action! Luna, crying won't help." "You think it'll work?" I asked, sobbing.

I let out a small, embarrassed giggle, the sound wobbly and half-hearted. “Well, that’s unbecoming.” He didn’t laugh, but the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Well, you don’t have to be composed right now, Mia.” I exhaled and dropped the ruined tissues into the empty coffee cup. The cold dregs sloshed around them. “I hate crying in public.” “The rest of the shop can mind their own business for a couple of minutes.”

I still don’t know why zucchini. “Hiii,” I said, sitting up straighter and kicking the ice cream bucket under the bed. My eyes felt puffy and raw. I tossed another tissue to the already mountainous pile beside me. “Are you good?” Maya asked. “I guess so,” I shrugged. “I cried my eyes out all of last week. I think I may have officially run out of tears.” “That’s impossible,” she said, tiptoeing through the scattered tissues like they were landmines. She climbed onto the bed next to me. “Okay. You need a reset because cry baby Charlotte has got to go.”

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

“I told him… I told him I love him… and he… he said he can’t… he only wants… sex…” Maya’s eyes softened. She pulled her into a hug and let her cry on her shoulder. “Oh, dear… It’s okay. I’m here. What a jerk.” Izzy clung to her, sobbing, feeling some of the tension and heartbreak ease just slightly in her friend’s arms. “I just… I thought… maybe… maybe he could… I don’t know…” Izzy whispered. Maya held her tighter. “It’s okay to feel what you feel. And it’s okay to cry. He may be stone cold, but you’re human it’s okay to catch feelings. So cry all you want, … and then we figure out what comes next.”