Sad Story Makes You Cry Novels & Stories

It’s not helping that I can’t seem to stop the tears or the loud sobs that follow. “It’s just Titanic Carrie, I didn’t think it’ll make you cry this hard,” Drew says, rubbing my shoulder. I sniff, trying to get my crying under control. “He didn’t have to die! She should’ve just held on to him,” I break into another wave of tears. “Why does love have to be so sad? Why does one person have to let go? It doesn’t make sense to me how the thing that makes you the most happy in the world can shatter you completely,” My words are mumbled and rushed.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

The plots just hits so hard that even if I'll only hear the song that was used on those movies, I will start crying for real. After a moment of reading each titles, I took one of the cd. The one that says "11-12-13 Scary Holiday". It is one of my favorite movies too because despite of the hilarius and frightening scenes happened on the first and second story, the last one made me cried so hard just like how I cried in Titanic. I don't know if it's just me being too vulnerable for tragic movies or the stories are just too heavy to take to not cry. I sighed as I brought the cd closer to me. This is the main reason why my curiosity started to loom over me and made my mind restless for the secon

I'm sure at that time he was contacting me. Kenan was confused and looked frustrated. A drop of tears rolled down my cheek when I saw his figure on the screen. I miss him. "What are you looking at? Why are you so sad?" asked Dad, who was relaxing on the sofa, drinking bottled juice. "A very sad short film," I blurted out. "If you know it will make you sad, why are you still watching it?" Dad shook his head slowly, then looked away from me. "Because feeling sad makes me feel more alive," I said slowly.

Luna Sadie declared. Tears streamed down my face. I hated crying. It was even worse with an audience. I blamed my new love for Peanut. “I am sorry! I just cannot!” Irina ran out of the room. But not before I saw the streaks of mascara running down her face. Ha! Even with my own tears, I considered this a win. That witch never cried!

Sadie's meticulously applied makeup was marred by her tears, giving her the appearance of a disheveled mess. "Yaslyn," Sadie whispered, "you're kind-hearted, aren't you?" Yaslyn chuckled, her lips curled in disdain as she pulled away. "You leave me be, I leave you be. I never claimed to be kind-hearted." From Yaslyn's words, Sadie realized the bleak truth—she was not going to be let off easily. Resigned, she sat on the ground, silent tears streaking her face. Fear had gripped her heart. She could not predict what would happen next. All she knew was that she was doomed.

"Damn it…" He pulled a couple of tissues and dried his tears, but they were unstoppable. He hadn't even wanted to cry in the first place, so why did his eyes betray him like they had a will of their own? Could he have been possessed by an overly sentimental devil with a penchant for tears? Was this some kind of black magic? No, he reckoned he should hire a voodoo specialist to purge whatever strange force had come over him before he truly became a crybaby! Outside the consultation room, Giselle raised her hand to dry the tears she'd expected to have cascaded down her face. However, she was baffled when her fingers came away dry. Could she have been so overwhelmed by panic that even tears eva

I giggled, and the next thing that happened shocked me more. Tears cascaded down his cheeks like a stormy rainfall. With each sob that escaped his lips, the weight of his anguish filled the room, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of grief. The sound of his cries echoed through the empty spaces, a haunting melody of pain and loss that reverberated in the silence. In that moment, he was not just shedding tears; he was releasing a torrent of emotions long held captive, letting the raw vulnerability of his tears speak the words his voice could not utter.

"I’m bored." Just as I settled, a sharp, dramatic cry sliced through the chatter. Everyone turned toward Sabrina. The birthday girl wiped nonexistent tears with theatrical grace. "What happened, Sabrina? Why are you crying?" Mrs. Davidson practically jumped, panic flashing across her face. Sabrina sniffled while glancing straight at me. Wow. She found her target quickly. "I’m sorry, Mom… I just couldn’t help but feel upset." "Why?" Mr. Davidson—famous for his ruthless business style—stood up, his face paling. "What upset you? This is your day!"

"That rope around my mother's neck... that rope that killed my mom, that thing brought a great fear in me. It's killing me. It's a painful souvenir from the past that always haunts me. H-how can I m-move on, Levi?" Slowly, he looked at me. What even broke my heart was to see him crying again. He was supposedly laughing with me, eating with me with his usual happy face, and teasing me to hell, but with his eyes looking at me so helplessly, and sobbing out his grief made me feel so bad about him. A broken heart transfigured with a funny personality. "Caius..." I whispered as I tapped his shoulder. "I'm t-tired..." he mumbled under his breath.