Ponyboy Crying Novels & Stories

Rachel pov I could not stop crying. It was not the kind of crying that comes quietly and fades after a few minutes it was violent it was uncontrollable it was the kind that drags from the deepest part of your soul and tears you open from the inside My body was still weak from surgery. My stitches burning every time I moved, but none of that,compared to what I had just seen. My babies, my innocent little babies tied down, crying their tiny bodies shaking in fear while someone raised a whip against them.

I noticed a thin young boy curled up in the corner, hugging his knees as he drew with crayons. He didn't cry or make a fuss, nor did he play with the other children. His eyes had the same look I had in my previous life, when I'd been all alone, helpless, and abandoned. I walked over to him and crouched down. "What are you drawing?" He looked up at me before lowering his head again as he pushed the drawing toward me. He'd drawn a sun, but it was black in color. The orphanage director told me the little boy's name was Nick. He'd been abandoned in front of the orphanage at three years old. Due to his sullen and withdrawn nature, no one wanted to adopt him.

“Don’t be such a crybaby.” His tone softened, though frustration still lingered. “Listen, I know you’re scared. I am too, okay? But crying like this? It’s not going to get us out of here.” The younger boy hiccupped, his face a mess of tears and snot. “I want to go home,” he whispered, his voice filled with despair. “Me too,” the older boy said, his voice steady now. “But you need to stop crying. If they hear you, it’ll only make things worse for both of us. Do you understand? You don’t want them to beat us up, do you?”

Jacob said sobbing then fell to the floor, just sat their crying. I started crying, how could Angel be dead I had just seen her earlier today, even if she was mean to me I would never wish her dead. This was awful. I could not stop the flow of tears. Bobby just sat next to me holding me. It was only a few minutes that went by but I felt as if I had cried for hours.

The girl's body even shook violently as if she had just witnessed the murder before her eyes. Christian can feel that the girl is not in a good condition, Baby's eyes look red, which means that the girl has been crying continuously. The boy held Baby's hands. "If you want to cry, then crying because crying is better than you keep holding your tears to come out." Christian says this in a soft voice with both hands rubbing Baby's As a guy who still has strong feelings for the girl sitting in front of him, he feels sad when Baby is sad. Christian feels that Baby is in dire need of advice and a place to vent.

I looked down at the dark, empty drain. Then, my knees gave out completely. I slid down the front of the cabinets and hit the floor. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around my head. I opened my mouth, and a terrible, broken sob ripped out of my throat. I cried so hard my ribs ached. I cried for the sweet, quiet boy who was sitting in the freezing dark, believing no one in the world loved him. I cried for the beautiful gray blanket turning into black ash. I sat on the floor and cried for a long time.

She sounds like she could cry based on the voice. "Ronnie, are you crying?" "No. I just miss you so much." He sniffed. Renz sighed secretly. If only he could, he would have gone to cry at that very moment. He hated to hear her and knew that she was crying because of him. But he remembered how young she was. According to her mother, Ronnie has not experienced anything in the life of a normal teenager.

I really feel bad now. "I'm really sorry guys, I didn't mean it purposely. I felt I was in danger and tried to defend myself." Tears streaming down my face and it's confusing because I rarely show emotions let alone cry. "Hey, Hey, Hey, Princess look at me, look here." And I did. "We're not mad at you, please stop crying I hate to see you cry." Damon tries to calm my sobbing. "Why are you crying baby girl? Did we do something wrong? Are you mad at us for scaring you?"

He spat out, I looked at him in shock, wow I wouldn’t call that man his father at all! “What?” I spat out, “I know,” Noah said, I leaned in for a hug and he groaned, I looked at him then lifted his shirt even though he tried to stop me. He was covered in fresh bruises. “Oh, Noah,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Tas please” He begs, as he starts crying, I sit back down and wrap my arms around him, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t cry.” He sniffs, I look at him in shock, “No Noah, boys, and men are allowed to cry nothing wrong with it! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” I whispered, no way am I going to let him think it’s not ok to cry when you are hurting.

But when he was about to leave, he saw Mowan who was running to him while crying. "Noah!!! huhuhu...." Mowan was sobbing even when Noah picked him up and got into his embrace. "Mowan, I am sorry, I was talking with someone. What happened? Why are you crying?" Noah asked while patting the boy who was crying. When he was crying everyone around them looked at them. All of them were looking at the little boy who was crying, yet holding onto the young master of the Reckbosan family.