Ponyboy Crying Novels & Stories

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.

I made certain to stick to the males because I knew how many of the females had been treated and did not want to make them uncomfortable. One of the little boys, who was probably ten or so, was sitting alone and crying. He eyed me as I walked over and took a seat next to him. “Hey, little man. Is there anything that I can help with?” He wiped away his tears and blushed. I heard him mutter underneath his breath that he was being a crybaby and needed to stop. “Everyone cries at times. It would surprise me more if you weren’t crying after everything that you guys went through. There’s no shame in that. There’s no shame in crying either. It doesn’t make you any less of a guy. Okay?”

he swiftly retorted out of his irritation. Denver feels helpless; the only way to release it is to cry repeatedly. Angelito is pissed off when watching him cry because those innocent eyes are reminding how he is using him in his remorse. "You're such a big boy to cry like that. Do you trust me to take you out from this jail?" The poor boy looks at attorney Barbie's merciful eyes. "Y-Yes," he stutters when saying a single word. Lips are parched in the horror of his life. This man is so dangerous.

Then he hung up. After five minutes, he came, and before he could reach me, he cried on my chest. I let him cry until he has nothing to cry about. I admire Ben for not being shy in crying when he is sad. Other boys would think that if they cry, they are losing their masculinity, but for me, it adds handsome points because that means being true to themselves. Crying when you're in pain or happy is normal. "What's wrong, baby boy?" I asked, playing with his hair. He's hugging me and his head on my chest. He's a big guy outside, but he is a kid inside.

The raw, bleeding wound that I kept hidden deep beneath my ribs, the emptiness I tried to drown out with Burna Boy songs and late-night solitude, was suddenly being dragged out and mocked by a rich, arrogant monster who knew nothing about my pain. For a fraction of a second, my vision blurred. Hot, stinging tears pooled thick and fast behind my eyelids, threatening to spill over. My chin quivered, and my chest seized up so tightly that I thought I might actually suffocate right there on the floor. Don't cry. Do not give him the satisfaction. If you cry, he wins.

I kicked a stone on the ground and crouched down next to him, "Fuck. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving her with you, you sick old fuck. Tell me what I can do to help." "You can comfort my son if you want," Vincent replied. "It's really hard for me to focus when he's crying like this." I looked at the vampire boy sitting behind him, shivering and wailing with guilt and fear like a small fucking puppy. Fuck. I want to punch him in his stupid pale face before pulling off his head. I sat next to him and said as soft as I could, "Don't you fucking cry now little poodle. Your father is cleaning up the shit you've just done. So don't make a fucking sound."

I couldn’t breathe. My vision started to get blurry then I felt the warm liquid dripping down my cheeks. It was my tears, I had started crying. I promised myself I wouldn't cry, I promised myself but it was unbearable. The grief cracked me open from the inside. All the strength, all the pride, all the fire I had built to survive him, it collapsed in that moment. I was just a boy again. A son who had lost everything and didn’t even know it until now. I cried as hard as I could. I squeezed my eyes shut and I just started to cry. I sobbed, and hiccupped, my body wracked with an onslaught of sobs.

He slid down the wood until his ass hit the floor, pulled his knees tight to his chest,buried his face in the cradle of his arms and cried. He broke. Lennon hated crying, hated how weak it made him feel, hated the way his whole body convulsed like it was trying to expel something poisonous. Snit dripped, hiccups punched out of his throat. His shoulders shook so hard his teeth chattered. But he couldn't stop. He cried until his throat scraped raw. Until his eyes felt swollen shut. Until the sobs quieted into shuddering, uneven breaths that left him hollow. A soft knock came from the other side of the door.

I said but it only made her laugh “You’re all sweaty, this was totally worth it” she laughed more. I wanted to protest but then something caught my attention The lights kept flickering until it turned off I heard the sound of footsteps being dragged from the other side, heavy breaths like someone had been injured grew louder “Is anyone there?” Gabi asked Just then we saw a big man bunny all covered in blood with it’s head in it’s hands “Give me your heads” It bellowed- “Ahhhh!!” we both screamed

"I'm okay, Baby. Please don't cry anymore, alright?" Byan gently wiped away the tears streaming from Kia's tired, brown eyes. The girl hadn’t stopped crying, her tears flowing uncontrollably since earlier—an overwhelming mix of relief and lingering shock. "I-I can’t... can’t stop, Byan. My tears... they just keep falling..." The girl, with her long hair disheveled from crying, was still sobbing when Byan pulled her close into his arms. Kia instantly wrapped her arms around his waist, seeking comfort.