Piccolo Crying Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down my face. “Little fire,” the only voice that could comfort me at that moment suddenly cut through. I froze… then lifted my head to meet those storm-grey eyes. “What’s wrong, little fire?” he asked softly. “Why are you crying?” “Malric…” My voice broke again.

My own tears were about to spill over. "If you're sad… you have to cry!" Lily's voice trembled. "You can't hold it in all by yourself!" Silence. Then— "I'm here…" Her crying didn't stop. "I'll be with you…" "So… it's okay…" "You can cry…" Silence. Long. Very long. Then— A small voice. Broken. Like something finally cracking. I hold my breath. And then— Crying. Softly. At first. Then growing clearer.

"You did so, so good." His lower lip trembles. "Don't," he says. His voice cracks. "Don't be nice to me right now. I'll cry." "That's okay." "No it's NOT. I'm not a baby. I'm not—I didn't cry when the puppy wasn't breathing. I was BRAVE." "You were." "I was so brave, Mama. I counted and I pressed and I didn't—I didn't—" He's crying now. The tears come fast, cutting tracks through whatever that substance is on his cheek, dripping off his chin onto his ruined pajamas. His whole body shakes with it—sobs that seem too big for such a small frame.

"You have to be kidding!" Angelo exclaimed as he fixed his gaze on Diego who was crying like someone had dropped him from the fifth floor, Angelo was lost not sure what to do because since he arrived at where Emiliano was, he had seen nothing but watch Diego cry nonstop, and now it was getting the best of him, as they tried to find out what was wrong with him. Emiliano was going insane having to take care of a baby who neither talked nor walked at least he would have known what he wanted but so far, nothing

I replied. “You didn’t sound like a lady when you cried,” “What was I supposed to sound like? It’s not like I could control the way I sound when I cried,” “I actually thought it was an elephant trying to give birth until I realized it was you,” “You’re mean, Lucas Anderson,” “You’re a crybaby, Pearl Augustus. Your cries almost deafened me, geez, tell me when next you want to cry so I can disappear from the town. I’m sure the whole school shook when you cried. You’re such a fucking mystery,”

My heart suddenly hit differently. Not in my chest. Everywhere. In my fingertips. In my teeth. In the sofa under me. It's like my heart started hitting the room. Elio was still in the middle of the living room. The little child with the green eyes looked at me and started crying. Not loud. A quiet cry, like losing someone he had just found. He shook his head. ‘No. Not so.” The second voice in my mouth laughed. Quiet. Kind. But not cruel.

"Tomorrow?" "I'm so sorry, baby." He started crying again, harder this time, the kind of desperate sobs that came from a place of pure fear. Maxwell held him, rocking slightly, murmuring things I couldn't hear. I put my hand on Gio's back, feeling him shake. We sat like that for what felt like hours. Gio crying. Both of us holding him. All three of us breaking. Eventually, his sobs quieted to hiccups. His breathing evened out.

Morning began with a scream. A full-throttle, three-year-old kind of scream, the kind that sounded like someone just lost their first love. “PAPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” It echoed from downstairs like a building evacuation alert. I hadn’t even touched my toothbrush before it followed with sobs, tiny stomps, hiccups, and one adult voice that clearly regretted ever volunteering as the substitute dad.

Ricky holds our Princess as he looks at her through tears and sits, placing his head softly over her as he cries. They are so tiny, so fragile, so perfect. And I can't wait for everyone to meet them.

" He talked softly, making his friends watching look at each other skeptically. "Record this, dude, record it." One of his friends said he was tapping the one close to the phone. I know, I know; that's why I decided to give in." Rico whispered shyly, hiding his face in Picasso's chest. Picasso Picasso smiled. "Well, that was easy, he said. "Are you sure?" He asked, even though his hand had already started to stop around the tiny figure in front of him. Rico nodded his head shyly against his chest.