Ponyboy Crying Novels & Stories

His voice broke something inside of me. My chest tightened painfully, and my tears finally broke free. I covered my face with both hands and sobbed so hard I could feel my cheeks getting red. “No… please… I don’t want this…” my voice cracked with pain. “Please, just let me go… I didn’t do anything to you…” I yelled helplessly… but Gabe remained still. He didn't scream. He only watched me cry, like he enjoyed seeing me in pain. Obviously. What else could he possibly be so excited about if not watching people in pain?

He was the only person in this house who truly loved me. Feeling me tremble, Adam slowly pulled back. His little face filled with worry as he looked at my tear-streaked cheeks. Without saying a word, he gently lifted his small hands and used his thumbs to wipe away my tears, trying his best to make me stop crying. "Big sis... why are you crying?" Adam asked, his voice cracking with sudden worry. "Did someone hurt you? Why are you sad?" "It's nothing, buddy," I choked out, forcing a weak, trembling smile onto my lips as I wiped at my own eyes. "I just... I just missed you so much. That's the only reason I'm crying. I'm just happy to see you."

Ryan POV “Why the heck are you crying over the phone?” I immediately paused the movie I was watching , some romance thing with too much kissing and sat up because Champ was actually sobbing in my ear. Like full on wet sniffling, shaky breath, mucous vibrating sobbing. He had called me minutes ago sobbing on my ear like he called me just to do that. “Champ?” I said slowly. “Are you dying? Did someone beat you? Did Ethan threaten you? Blink twice.”

In that case, it’d look like he was horning in (not far from the truth), which would put him in dutch with said dumbass boyfriend no matter how much of an asshole he’d been to the girl in question. So he stood there at the grandstand’s edge, wrestling with his anxieties, his hormones and sympathy. That sob sounded so wretched. So lost and forlorn. He stood there listening until he couldn’t take it any longer. Something basic and human twisted inside at the sound of this unknown girl crying, washing away juvenile dreams of kissing and making out, also sweeping away his fears of vengeful boyfriends. “Fuck it,” he muttered. Bobby glanced along the fairway. It was late and the crowds at this end

I could hear the boy crying in the background and excitement overwhelmed me. “Great job Jacobs, now hurry and bring him in. Get that crying under control” I couldn’t stand crying. About 45 minutes after our phone call Jacobs arrived with the boy. “Quickly bring him here” The boy's eyes were red from crying, but thankfully it seemed Jacobs had gotten him to stop. “Come here boy” I motioned over to him. He looked up at me unsure and scared. “Now!” I yelled. The boy cringed and slowly walked over his lower lip pouting.

I bury my face into my shoulder and hold Cash out in front of me as his lip quivers and tears mist his eyes. "No, no, don't cry...child," I say, my arms aching from his weight. "Don't cry." He starts crying. It comes out as a gradual small wail that grows into a loud whine, then he starts crying, tears pouring down his face. His mouth is wide open to amplify his sobbing during all the chaos, and the camera man, whose shirt is over his nose, records every second of it. Cash's mother stands straight and not phased by the commotion.

I still had to be a man, I couldn’t stop the tears, but I could stop the wails from escaping my lips. Paxton sat beside me and rubbed my back for comfort. “Let it all out. Don’t be embarrassed, just cry if you need to. I’m right here with you.” His voice sounded weird, so I craned my neck and looked over at him. He had tears dribbling down his face too as he drank his glass of whiskey. He turned to me and I noticed that his eyes were red, and his nose was runny. “She hurt you, she hurt me.” He nodded and I nodded my head in appreciation.

#Dorothy’s POV# There’s nothing left to cry, but somehow I’m still crying. My face is puffy. My lips are cracked. My chest feels caved out. My arms, limp. My legs, weak. But the tears just won’t stop. They fall in this slow, silent, constant way that makes it feel like I’m leaking from the inside out. I don’t even know what I’m crying about anymore. The babies? Rico? Joel?

"to my..." The woman couldn't look on any further. She broke into tears and pulled him deeper into her arms. "I know, I know. You don't need to say. It's okay." The body of the boy stiffened at first as he made one last afford to contain his emotions, but then all hell broke loose. He cried loudly, throwing his small arms around his aunts neck and burying his face on her shoulder. Shudder after shudder made him loose his footing while his wailing filled the cave, deafening all other noises.

The boy replied sadly, the excitement in his eyes melting away instantly —his eyes became shallow, like they lost the emotion inside it. Aunt Elsie was furious at his quiet reply but managed to still smile at him. “You can't tell me it's nothing. Why were you crying?” She managed to sound friendly as she squatted down to his size. “Graciela told me how hard you've become in the last few days. Now tell me, boy, what's wrong?”