Ponyboy Crying Novels & Stories

He didn't say a word but just continued to cry while saying the word "MOMMY." "M-mommy!-Ummm-mommy!" He sobbed saying it repeatedly. "Baby-- stop sobbing please -- what would people think of us if they see you crying here in front of me." Her words weaken the child. Not long after, he suddenly stopped crying and then looked up at her. The child's eyes were like talking to her, so River knew he was feeling something. "Is there a problem kid?" River asked the boy gently. He shook his head slowly and then smiled broadly.

The poor kid was crying still, and when the panel slid open, he started to beg. "I a good boy, He sobbed loud, I am..don't hit me please," he sobbed loud. Jack looked at Gavin before looking to us. "She is locked in the cells, and doc is outside ready to test him. Is he hurt?"Angie sobbed at that, and Jack stiffens as he approaches the bed. Angie lifts his shirt, and Jack's eyes flash golden before going to their natural color. "I not a bad boy," Gavin kept crying out sadly.

His arms held me tight as he sobbed. “I’m sorry, Sol. I’m sorry.” Over and over again. Tears streamed down my face as I held him to me. His body shook and he couldn’t take a full breath, it hitching near the apex and turning into a cry. I looked up to see the crying eyes of Finn looking down at the two of us. Finn sat down in the doorway as Noah continued to cry, eventually turning into a hiccuped whimper and then his body went slack, his breath evening out. He cried himself into passing out from exhaustion.

I feel my shoulder shake as I break down crying. I can't remember the last time I cried like this. I really can't. **** Noah's POV I slowly wake up feeling a warmth under me that's moving. I hear what sounds like someone's crying. I slowly open my eyes and see Michael crying. And not lightly. His shoulders are actually moving up and down, his hand covers his face as he cries. I'm confused and concerned, not sure why he's crying. I bring my hands up, pulling his hand away and cupping his face, bringing my head up a little closer to look at him.

I punched his shoulder to let him know what I thought of his smug expression. “Ow.” He complained as he rubbed his shoulder. “That’s more like the Morning I remember.” He laughed. “But I have to say I was pretty fond of your twin just now. She was nice. Not trying to kill me and all. You should try to be like her more often.” He teased. I glared at him. But my eyes began to water. A heavy sob racked from deep in my chest. I couldn’t hold it any more. Phoenix caught me in a hug as I began to cry. I cried like I hadn’t since I was five years old and mourning my newly dead mother. I cried for everything that had happened. I was just feeling far too much.

She puts it in a pouch she’s carrying and sets off to find more. “You ungrateful brat!” Scarlett is shocked when she hears an angry voice. Somebody is crying nearby and this piques her curiosity. Scarlett abandons the search and follows the source of the noise. It’s coming from the window. She peeks through and sees a blonde boy, crying. He’s only a few years older than her and he’s quite handsome. His dark eyes are tearful and he’s biting his lower lip to stop himself from crying but to no avail. There’s a mark of a handprint on his cheek.

My stomach dropped when I felt his body shake, he was crying? “Are you crying?” I asked, terror in my voice. Sebastian ignored me, gripping me tighter, my back hitting the door. “Bash, it’s okay”. I whispered, grabbing the back of his head, letting him cry into my shoulder. “I’m a mess,” he whispered. I rubbed my hand up and down his head as his breathing returned to normal. Slowly he moved his head up, his eyes were bloodshot and I wiped some leftover tears on his cheek. “How’s your PTSD?” I asked, obviously knowing the answer.

All of his attention was on the toy gun in his hands, which was an indicator that he was the one who shot at Caleb and caused him to cry. The moment Josephine noticed the scene, she gripped her sleeve tightly subconsciously, feeling her heart beat faster. Lily and Derek dashed toward Caleb immediately. The former quickly scooped the crying boy into her arms and started checking the injury on his face in a state of panic. "What's wrong, Caleb?" The aforementioned boy continued wheezing and crying loudly. It was apparent that the corner of his eye had already reddened. Since he was just a little boy with tender skin, his face would go red whenever he cried, which concealed the redness that was

"You did so, so good." His lower lip trembles. "Don't," he says. His voice cracks. "Don't be nice to me right now. I'll cry." "That's okay." "No it's NOT. I'm not a baby. I'm not—I didn't cry when the puppy wasn't breathing. I was BRAVE." "You were." "I was so brave, Mama. I counted and I pressed and I didn't—I didn't—" He's crying now. The tears come fast, cutting tracks through whatever that substance is on his cheek, dripping off his chin onto his ruined pajamas. His whole body shakes with it—sobs that seem too big for such a small frame.

This was only until she started hearing muffled cries from Bowman who was sitting across the small table. When she looked up, she could see him press his palms against his mouth. He did this so that he wouldn’t start wailing out of control. That imagery completely snapped Mpumi awake. She sat up and became uncomfortable. It was odd for her to see someone cry, it was especially odd seeing a big man such a Bowman cry. He was crying in her cheap motel, at that. “He bashed his own skull again the wall,” Bowman finally said. “What was he trying to do?”