Ponyboy Crying Novels & Stories

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.

" Now she sounded like she was about to cry "Don't have any other best friend okay" she just cries over the phone, which makes me break down too we were both crying like babies over the phone and my mom began to cry, Johnny's mum too then Johnny Caleb sobs a little "dude are you for real?" Luther said with an unbelievable expression "Sorry" he sobs "I just have a little something in my eye, I think I need some fresh air" he rushes outside

He didn’t realize that tears were streaming down his face. He laid his head on her chest and cried like a little boy. He cried for the pack members he’d lost, the war, Ronan and most definitely his Phoenix. He held like she would disappear and just when he thought he would lose his mind he heard, “Why is my shirt so wet?”

The same type that Tanya sprayed Dorian with, although she has improved the formula this time round, allowing Peyton to slip into a scene that feels very real. The rest of the world is washed away, and all that remains in Peyton’s field of vision is a bright light, and there stands her father. He stands solid, strong, noble, looking much younger as if still in his thirties, probably the way Peyton remembers him best, when she was a little girl. Peyton’s eyes well up, and suddenly begin overflowing with tears. He smiles at her. “What have I told you about crying my dear girl?” She sniffles, using a hand to try and swipe away at the water on her cheeks. “That crying is weakness…. But I’m reall

Diana's voice came into his head again. The red face of thirteen years old moaning in tears was nothing like himself when he was in that position. It was horrifying! His eyes snapped dead into the blonde's. “I was being fair to you, what the fuck are you crying for!” He yelled and gripped the boy's neck. “This is how it is done!” Diana smiled. “That's it my little horse, express your sadness and fear, it's not a thing to be express them…fuck him mercilessly until you feel good”.

I quickly rushed towards Chasity, “Babe what’s wrong?” Seeing the tears in her eyes were breaking my heart. Whoever hurt her is in for a world of pain. This girl should never be crying. Her beauty and kindness shine brighter than the sun, and no darkness should ever cover it. She saw me and started crying even more. Like the gates opening and a flood came pouring down a valley. “Who made you cry?” I pleaded, wanting to know. I will crush whoever did this. “You did,” growled Payton. Me? - - -

He seemed to have lost weight, resembling a mere shadow of his former self. Had he always appeared this dreadful? He wondered, leaning against the sink and releasing a heavy sigh. Placing his hands on his face, he stifled a sob that threatened to escape. His fingertips brushed against his cheek, and the tears began to flow uncontrollably. This time, he couldn't contain them any longer. And so, he allowed himself to cry, unleashing his emotions like a child deprived of their beloved toy as a form of punishment.

At his lowest point… his best friend is at the door lighting a cigarette and cannot believe what he is seeing. Dylan's face is puffy and sobbing right in front of the bar.

‘What am I going to do? When Yvonne came back, she saw Wesley holding Leo while standing on the side of the road. Leo was crying his eyes out, and she immediately came over. "Don't cry, Leo. Mommy’s here.” When Leo saw his Mommy, his crying reduced in intensity as he jumped into Yvonne's arms. He touched his little bottom with his hand. "Mommy, I fell down with Granduncle just now and my butt hurts now." "Baby, don't cry, I’ll rub it better!" Yvonne gently coaxed Leo and he finally stopped crying. Then, Yvonne looked at Wesley. "Uncle, are you okay?"

Tears broke down heavy again, hot and endless, as I whispered into the phone, my voice cracking and desperate. “Daddy…” Ryder’s voice came through the phone, low and rough with worry. “Bunny? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” The sound of his voice made something inside my chest crack open. I couldn’t stop crying. Hot, ugly tears kept gushing down my face, blurring my vision, dripping off my chin onto the floor. My shoulders shook violently with each sob as I clutched the phone tighter to my ear, my knuckles turning white. Nanny Grace stayed right behind me, her warm hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on my back while she murmured gently, “Shush… it’s okay, princess. I’m here.”