Romans & histoires Ness Crying Blue Lock

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

�𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝘆. 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻 𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗦𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗴.

I carefully thought about what gifts I could give William, but felt nothing was worthy of him. Already feeling guilty and distressed, when faced with William's gentle gaze, somehow... When I decided to let go of Henry, I didn't cry. When I left Verdancliff where I'd lived for over twenty years, I didn't cry. When Henry refused to return my ring, I didn't cry either. But now, my tears wouldn't stop flowing. William was clearly flustered. Though he was elegant in manner and proper in speech, a well-bred young master, he was awkward at comforting girls. His clumsy attempts to wipe my tears with tissues were endearing.

“Rotten thing” Those words filtered and echoed into Bluey's head as she got to her room. Her eyes were a blurry mess of tears and phlegm. Khaid's control is toggling a painful memory and she has no control over it. She is not healed yet. She managed to walk to her bed but she crouched in a heap and wept bitterly.

I let my eyelids open, only for the harsh light to make me wince and whimper in pain. “Shit! Sorry, Amberle, give me a moment.” Blue’s voice is low and is the only other sound other than the insistent beeping. The rustling sound of movement is picked up by my sensitive hearing as Blue’s steps slowly grow farther away, only for them to come closer again. Confusion swirls in my mind as I wonder what is happening right now. All I remember is being whipped by Leo and Mia and a furious Blue shouting before darkness took over.

"What?" "What?"he repeated. "What?!" "What?" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?"he stared at me with his deep blue eyes, almost drilling a hole in my soul. He looked excruciatingly handsome in his and turtle neck sweater. His pink lips were looking very soft, very kissable. I swallowed a lump that suddenly formed in my throat. For a brief moment, I imagined what it would be like to have his muscular hands on my body, to have his lips on mine.

“Seb, did you read that? He- I- Seb.” “It’s okay,” Seb wiped the tears of his cheeks. “Blue, please don’t cry.” Without hesitation, Alex threw himself into Seb’s arms, allowing tears roll down his cheeks. He held him, resting his head against his chest as he cried. “I had no idea all this while.” “It’s not your fault, Alex,” Seb stroked his hair gently. “Your dad cared about you greatly and none of you wished for things to happen this way. It’s not your fault, okay?”

I tried to lift it but the pain was so overwhelming that I just leaned on the tree, trying to manage the pain. So I won’t need you here Love sinks and hope floats In a river of tears In a river of tears I catch your scent in every wind After battling with the pain and consciousness for a while, my eyes started to involuntarily close and my vision started to fade. I’m worried that I’ll go crazy in this place. *** ‘Did you notice the lady that just walked passed us?’ I said through the mind-link to Dario. ‘The one in a red gown?’ ‘Yes. Send someone to follow her closely but do not approach her.’

"He's fighting it. He's still fighting. But right now that scent is like gasoline on the fire. We have to let him ride this out." Jake is still in the doorway, frozen. His face is ashen, his eyes glassy. He looks like he's been stabbed in the chest. Blue doesn't look at him. She just keeps holding me, one hand stroking slow circles over my back while the other stays firm at the nape of my neck, keeping my face tucked against her. I'm crying so hard I can barely breathe. Blue's shirt is soaked under my cheek. “Come on, let’s go outside,” she tells me, steering me towards the door.