Romans & histoires Sad Story Makes You Cry

I’ve spent hours weeping despite my best efforts to stop. Just knowing I’m crying over a guy has left me feeling pathetic, and that’s not something I’ve ever felt before and I hate it. It’s like it says in that Lee Marvin song, ‘mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry. Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.’

His voice, usually so composed, now carried a tinge of genuine curiosity, but also disbelief. I quickly wiped my eyes, trying to regain my composure. “It’s just... The Fault in Our Stars. The ending. It’s... sad,” I explained, gesturing toward the TV, even though I knew he’d probably never seen it. Leo raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re crying over that?” His disbelief was obvious. “That’s a dumb reason to cry.” I blinked, shocked by how blunt he was. “What? It’s not dumb. It’s... emotional. I mean, the guy dies, and—”

Paige My makeup is gone after I leave the restroom. It couldn’t be saved. Five minutes ago, I looked like a panda and decided to remove it. I don’t know why, but sometimes when I’m sad, I shower or clean my face. It makes me feel less disgusting, as if the water can somehow wash away my shame, sadness, and depression. But that isn’t the case today. When Dallas looks up at me, his lips slowly part. He can definitely tell that I’ve been crying. My eyes are puffy, and my smile is wavering as I retake my seat.

I woke up in tears, small sobs leaving my lips. "Sapphire! She's awake!" I heard Scarlette shout. I sat up, breaking into uncontrollable tears. He didn't tell me much to work with but I felt so sad, more sad than I'd ever felt since Mum's death. I was drowning in a sea of deep sadness and I couldn't think of anything but the deep hole in my chest. I was overwhelmed with great sadness. It felt like I was feeling someone else's pain.

A single tear slipped silently down her cheek, betraying the depth of her emotions. Matt's puzzled expression revealed his confusion. "Are you crying?" he asked softly, his concern evident. "If I'm not mistaken, you're the one turning me down over here," he added, a touch of gentle humor in his voice. Camden scoffed, attempting to lighten the mood amidst their shared sadness. "Well, then, you go ahead and cry if you're so broken up about it," she said, her playful tone laced with a hint of indignation. Then the reality of the situation descended upon her once more. "I'm allowed to be sad too. I'm also losing a mate here. And worse than that, I'm hurting you, and I hate it," she said as the t

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.

And all I could do was cry… @SenaSen

— Can't I call my boyfriend love? — Damn it Nate, tell me when you are going to say something like that! My heart can't take so many emotions in one night... — he says, and I notice a tear coming down. And this definitely makes me even more emotional. I've recently discovered that one of the things I don't like is to see Will sad. I caress his face and wipe away the tear. — What is it? Why are you crying?

That only makes me cry harder. "I can't," I cry, "I'm so sad, I think I’m going to die of sadness like a widower." "You're not going to die," my father snorts, and I can almost bet he rolls his eyes mockingly, "Stop being melodramatic, he’s not even your real mate. And he'll be back before you know it.”

Sarah began to cry disconsolately in the vampire's arms, she was too sad, she felt guilty for her mother's death, maybe if she hadn't come to visit her, if she had accompanied her much longer, if she hadn't left her in that place things would be different. Her tears were falling in floods, her crying was heartbreaking, Alexander felt terrible for seeing the girl he adored suffer in that way, but more he felt guilty because her tears made her scent drive him crazy, instead of wanting to hug and comfort her, he wanted to hold her under him and make her his woman, take away her sadness with kisses and caresses, fill her with pleasure so that she could erase her sadness.