Polnareff Crying Novels & Stories

My wife was dying. “She stole you from me.” She shrieked in a loud voice that snapped my head in her direction. “You forgot me. You chose her over me.” The sound that escaped my mouth resembled laughter. It was dry. Cold. It was empty. “You are so sick. You disgust me Poline. Down to the core. You fucking disgust me.” A lone tear drizzled down her face. It was the first real emotion I had ever seen since that becursed day. First tear drop she ever shed.

Raffaele and Maurizio look at Penny leave and Raffaele stands up saying "I'll go see if she is ok" "What happened?" Asks Maurizio but Jaques doesn't answer and looks away from everyone. "This is not a trip starts dude. This is a bad sign" says Maurizio and Jaques clenched his jaw. Raffaele enters the small room in the back and sees Penny crying. "He is mean," says Penny with pouty lips. "Fuck him. You don't cry" says Raffaele and holds her face between his hands. He wipes her tears with his thumbs and says "I can't stand your tears. You want me to throw him out of the plane?"

And my last thought, before the oblivion swallowed me whole, was a single plea. Dios, don't let me be the reason he cries. ... RAFAEL My leg wouldn't stop bouncing. Second panic attack in four hours. Yay me. I should definitely be awarded a gold medal for 'falling apart like a bitch.' I dragged a hand down my face, my curls tugging at my fingers. My eyes stung, which was bullshit because I didn't cry. Not me. I made other people cry. Preferably from laughter. Or orgasms. But crying was definitely not my style.

the white- haired male said with a smile. However, I was not able to appreciate the joke, nor their relief to see me better. I bent my head down and tears began to cascade down my cheeks and into the blanket. “I am so- sorry. I was careless." I said with a meek voice. people panicked upon seeing me cry. They tried to know why I was crying, but I couldn't even answer them as I sobbed again and again. it then came to the point that most of them went out of my room, with the exception of a few people. “What are you sorry for?” Marcus asked, puzzled by my response. “You did not even do anything wrong.”

"Regardless, I will find you. Sound! Right now, the door of the room made a slight sound and it opened. Sarclet raised her head, the door was opened, and Jared was at the door, checking out at her with two lines of clear tears all over, grasping a photograph of a man. Jared's eyes turned cold. "Why would you say you are crying?" Sarclet immediately cleaned her face. "No, nothing." "Why was there tears running down your cheek then?" "It's nothing." Sarclet expressed furiously before she could quiet down.

Leriel caught up with her and quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “ Polaris stop” He said, panting lightly. “ Leriel just let go of my hand” Polaris warned in a clinched jaw. “ Com’on…what are you gonna do now?” Leriel inquired. “ I’m going to kill that disdainful man” Polaris yelled out angrily as her tears gathered up. “ How dare him kill Nova…..who gave him that right?!” She thundered finally letting her tears fall. Leriel pulled her to a hug immediately.

Whimpers, loud wails, sniffles, and sobs they could do while holding a crumpled Kleenex to their eyes, but they wouldn't be caught dead ruining their flawless make-up. Papà wasn't a good man, and that was a truth I'd carried with me for years. Perhaps that was why I couldn't manage a single tear at his funeral. Or maybe it was just because I found crying... unnecessary. The deed had already been done. The smartest thing to do was to move on.

James' emotions were slowly on the wane. When he heard the sound of crying, he couldn't help but look over at Angela and Serena and say, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead." Angela shed no tears, though her eyes glistened with tears. Next to her was Serena, who was crying buckets. She covered her face but couldn't stop sobbing. Serena sniffled and choked out, "I'm sorry, Grandpa. I just couldn't help myself."

Deric replied, "someone once told me that if you can't walk on your feet, you should just try to walk with your hands. Lack doesn't mean you have to give up." "Your bullshit is annoying as usual," Caraline snapped, "do... do you ever feel sorry for yourself?" "Sure," Deric said with his eyes fixed on the clear crystal trapped in the lake's center. "Everyone's done it, right?" Caraline tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "For the first time, I agree with you." "That's progress for me." Deric laughed briefly. "When I had the accident and the doctor said I would be paralyzed, I cried almost all night in my room. It couldn't bring me back, but crying brought me some relief."