Mikasa Crying Novels & Stories

“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.

“I found love…something you always denied yourself. Don’t…take it from me.” Her words shattered me. I held her tighter, willing her to stay, but her body grew limp in my arms. “Hyacinth,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please, no…not you too.” But she was gone. The world around me blurred, and the only sound was my own scream—a raw, guttural cry of anguish that tore through the room. Cedrick dropped to his knees beside me, his own tears falling freely as he reached out to touch her lifeless hand.