Polnareff Crying Novels & Stories

I try to turn to the direction of the voice, yet that doesn’t happen. “Do not move, Mellow.” Oh, fuck! How I miss hearing him call my name; that gentle rasp in his voice when he gets to ‘low’. That has always had my knees shivering. And it’s also what causes my tears to start flowing. Weeping had never been my intention on this day. But I’m just getting too overwhelmed. My heart feels like it’s drowning, and my eyes are itching badly. “I’ll leave you guys alone,” Polinel says before leaving the room, I presume.

I don't know how long we stay in each other's arms crying, I don't know what's going on around us, I only know that Jareth is destroyed and that I'm breaking to pieces. There are no questions, I don't hear the cameras clicking pictures. I can only hear Jareth's racing heart and his crying that mixes with the sound of my tears. The pain is evident, so much so that, we separate and continue to cry. His eyes red from crying and his cheeks wet, showed that a waterfall had come out of his eyes at the pain he feels.

she said sarcastically and he laughed at that. It was quiet for a while and he kept sighing. "Is something bothering you?" "No, I am just tired" "Hmmm, are sure about that, because if you want to cry, my shoulders are ready to receive it". He scoffed at her words. "Why would I cry, I am not a baby or woman who cries" "Woman? Eric, crying is not only limited to babies and women. Men also cry and there is no shame in that". "I knew you would say something so cheesy"

"You look very sad." I tried to smile but failed. I shook my head instead. As I did so, a tear slipped down my cheek. Finn reached out and caught the tear on his fingertip. He regarded it and then stared at me in some surprise. "But you are crying," he argued. "People don't cry unless they are sad." I sniffed, blinked, and quickly wiped my eyes. I tried laughing, but the sound sounded ghastly even to my own ears, so I stopped.

Crying will only massage his ego. So I bit my lower lip as my body trembled with frustration. He noticed. “How hard are you trying not to cry right now? Pathetic. He died right beside you and you couldn’t save him. You didn’t even notice.” The dam broke. I couldn't help anymore. “Please — tell me it’s a joke.” “Huh?” He raised a brow, surprised at my sudden switch and plea. I looked up at him, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

◇NO POV◇ parv is not understanding anything what to do he is sobbing silently in his room while drinking for whole night he wanted to scream and ask what is this feeling he was angry at the sametime upset with confusion her words are running in his mind He is repeating the same words whole night and day who am I what am I he is in the vulnerable state He is thinking to himself "why you also decided to leave me sarah Am I that unworthy for your love can't you give a single chance to my feelings damn it

he said at the same time he touched her cheek and he stopped suddenly when he realized that his eyes were in tears. "See? don't tell me that saliva just splashed in your eyes." Matt jokingly told her while she laughed at him. *** (Jeff's POV) Francis Jeffrey Perez or better known as Jeff was only eight years old when his mother left him at a carnival. He promised to return to her, but as dusk fell, he still did not return. He just cried and called his mother repeatedly, until a security guard noticed him and helped him get home. But as soon as he stepped in front of their door, he noticed that the people inside were in a mess and crying. One of the people who caught his attention was his fat

No one dared make a sound. No one moved. My dad stood frozen, eyes wide in horror at the gruesome spectacle before us. Mirabelle had her hand pressed to her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks as she mourned the loss of what Percival had become. Then, a slow clap echoed through the silence, growing into a chorus of hands joining in. Maxim and Gaspar stood side by side, their faces alight with a dark glee, reveling in the brutality they had just witnessed. Their laughter was twisted, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

At that moment, he truly understood what it meant to be torn apart inside. He bent over, sobbing silently with his mouth open, tears streaming down his face like bitter medicine. The staff, alarmed, quickly turned off the machine. Few ever reached level 12, let alone stayed there as long as Percival did. “Are you okay, sir? Do you need a doctor?” Percival, through tear-blurred eyes, laughed and cried, “So… this is the pain she couldn’t endure…” “Mom, what’s that man doing? Why is he crying so hard?” a little boy asked, holding his mom’s hand and pointing at Percival.