Mikasa Cries Novels & Stories

“Estoy de acuerdo con Montana, Isa (I agree with Montana, Isa). I need to squeeze the hell out of all of you right now.” They dutifully obliged, and we held onto each other for a few minutes. Isabel sniffled. “Me vas a hacer llorar, Cassandra (You’re going to make me cry, Cassandra) And that’s not allowed. No tears on this occasion.” I managed to smile. “Not sure I’ll be able to oblige, but I’ll try.” “Not enough, lady” She blinked away her tears and scowled at me. “You’re not going to go out there with swollen eyes. ¿Me escuchas? (You hear me?)”

A strange unease crept into her chest, and she asked hesitantly, "Did you hear someone crying?" Zachary was left dumbfounded, and a shudder ran through him. "D-don't scare me, Marisol! We're in the middle of nowhere. Who would be crying out here? Probably just the wind." "The wind?" she echoed. Marisol was uncertain. It hadn't sounded like wind. The weeping was raw with grief. She had heard it just before she blacked out, and again as she regained consciousness. It was a woman's sobs.

“Sure. Do join us. Nicolas must be waiting for you.” I frown. What was that? I make a mental note to kick Ira while she is asleep, then I console Jessica by picking her up. “I am not going anywhere! Why are you crying?“ “Oh Right! let’s go Trick or teat!“ Jessica says cheerfully, as if she wasn’t crying her lungs out barely a minute ago. Crocodile tears. “Thanks. I appreciate that,” Mikolaj says as we walk through the streets while Jessica chatters happily about her favorite candy.

" Mickel asked, Camilla burst Into tears, and she said, "No" while tears was dripping down from her eyes, Mickel wiped her tears with his hands and he said, "I've told you, I hate seeing girls In tears, please, If you want me to stay with you, please, don't let me see tears on your face again" "I can't stopped crying, and I don't think I can stop sobbing, because my life Is full of miserable things" Camilla Mendez explained,

I looked at myself in the mirror and instantly bursted our into silent sobs. Just when I thought I could be happy, something had to ruin it. I splashed more water on me and patted my face dry so it didn't look like I was crying. I exited the bathroom and began walking to where Tyberias was waiting when I heard a voice. "I'm sorry, James. I have no choice. I hope you understand" I heard someone quietly cry into the phone. I discreetly poke my head to see Mila crying. "I love you too. Bye." She finished and quickly wiped her tears so no one would know she was crying.

She was kind of surprised and distracted. I started telling Hina that I saw her and our teacher then kissing as if they were about to run out of breath. "It is excruciating and depressing to see your beloved woman flirting with others," I said while my tears fell on my face. All the pain then instantly felt as if someone was pinching my heart. "Shit! Damn Inei Mizuki, Why are you crying in front of her?" -I told myself, and it seems to be killing me with shame.

I said, trying to keep my tone light. To my surprise, Mia burst out laughing, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of hope. But then, her mask slipped off, her laughter turned into nerve-racking sobs, her shoulders shaking with the weight of her tears. "I want to hurt him back," she cried warily, the tears streaming down her face.

Meanwhile, Chichi was crying. “Christopher! Please just stop!” Chichi pleaded with him inside the bubbles. Mukgu looked at her and knew how it was so hard for Chichi to watch the battle. “Chichi..” Mukgu mumbled while crying because she was seeing Mingchan struggling because of Christopher.

she implored and was getting even more miserable since the one she is begging not to leave, left already. She stayed there on the floor, witnessing the sun rises for a new tomorrow. Her tears never left her until the morning comes and her voice started to dry out. She cannot cry anymore after hours of outbursts. Those times she lent for herself to release are enough and it's now time to face the world outside, to face the person who caused her destruction.

The fear, the pain in my ankle, the humiliation of the night before, the crushing disappointment of the failed plan, it all welled up. And I started crying. Real tears, hot and heavy, spilling down my face, blurring my vision. It wasn’t just part of the act anymore; it was a genuine breakdown, the pressure of everything finally giving way. I’m tired, honestly brutally, heavily tired of all of this. The knife trembled against my skin. “Leila, no! Stop it!” Misa’s voice cut through the haze of my tears. She was there, suddenly, somehow managing to get through the stunned crowd, her face a mask of frantic worry, just like we’d planned, just like we’d hoped, but mine wasn’t a plan anymore I just