One Piece Crying Novels & Stories

Kou panicked as he asked me, "Hey, a-are you okay? Why are you crying? Does it hurt? Did the bandages come off?" "Huh...?" I doubted as I wiped the tears from my eyes... I was crying...? As soon as I realized, I immediately went to the girl's bathroom trying to hide my tears... I can't believe I cried over that... from the very start, I've expected this, I prepared myself for this because I knew he liked Yui from the start... but why does it still hurts...? I'm so lame. Is crying and justifying everything that I do all I know? Ah... I really am annoying. Since when have I became such an annoying person that even I can't tolerate.

42 Kaya’s POV. I’ve wondered and wonder even more what the future holds for me. Every time that I get hurt by these bastards, I think it’s the worst that could ever happen to me until a much more hurtful event occurs. Raising my gaze, my insides burst into another fragment of tears, rushing to the outside, and I can’t control it. I’m hiccuping; my nostrils are wet and running with mucus. I can’t even bring myself to clean it off. Talk about my face?

And I… I just love her more for it. Another cry. Another wave of intense pain. And then… The second cry. A different cry. Higher. More urgent. As if to say: "I'm here too. Don't forget me, Daddy." I hold my forehead with my other hand, because I can no longer contain anything. The tears pour out in a way I'm not ashamed of—I've never felt so grateful to feel. I look at Manu. She's crying too, one hand over her chest, the other reaching for mine.

F-ck! “S-Scarlett…” I came to a halt and looked at Lux, but my eyes widened when I saw her crying. “Lux.” She shook her head and wiped her tears away. “The chairman has gone missing…” My eyes widen… F-ck.

“NO NONO!!!!” Now I’m surrounded but I ignore them, they are trying to calm me down but I will never be calm again! Nothing will ever be okay again! My very being hurts, my head, my heart and my soul. I scream for what seems like an eternity before a pair of strong arms pull me away, they belong to Daren and he is calling me softly. Greg is also here and he is openly crying. Turning away from everyone’s pity-filled eyes I turn and bury my face in my best friend's chest as my very world stops turning. ~~~~~~

I hear her cry out in pain and crawl over to the wolf as I pass them. “Evan! Please! Come back to me!” she screams out above everything. I know that pain even if I’ve never really felt it. Love. She loves that wolf. I attack and attack that Soul Eater, throwing one Soul Eater into another and sending them back almost half a mile. The force makes me fall over. I hit the ground and cried out from the impact. My splint might be broken. I try to push up from the earth but I’m too shaky, I can’t do it.

I added. Cries broke not too far from me. It was Noah. It began with soft hums, and his head jerking back and forth at every hiccup that gripped him. He bit on his lip, with his eyes pressing shut to clear his blurry vision. Then after a few seconds, his lips parted and the sound became louder. Tears rolled down his cheeks. My throat burned yet my face was expressionless. I curled my fingers into fists, my nails digging deep into my skin. At every wail my nails dug deeper until a warm liquid rolled down my hands. I took a quick glance to see blood.

I feel the sad spirit of Jane, the human girl who lost everything to the wolves. "Get ready to catch her," Caedmon whispers to a guard, waiting for me to drop. "Why did you leave me alone in the dark?" I scream out loud. I drop to my knees hard. My shoulders shake back and forth. Big tears run out from under my mask and wet my face. I do not faint at all. I let out a loud, sad human cry that echoes in the room. "Look at her!" a Moon Bard Master whispers. "This is real pain!"

I don't know how long I stood there outside in verandah, away from the crowd of people. The cold wind kissing my face, reminding me back to reality. But still I can't get my head into clarity. Everything was blur. After having enough energy to walk, I move towards the corner of verandah. There he was.... In the lap of grandmother who was trying to soothe him. He was crying hysterically. His beautiful black eyes were pouring tears, his curled eyelashes were all wet from crying. His face holding hundreds of emotions that I can't understand.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.