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She paused. Inhaling a soft breath, Crystal nodded. "Yes, sometimes literally the death of our heart occurs, but it's for a limited time. Our hearts don't stop beating even for a second. If it stopped beating, we'll be expired. When people feel sad, they'll be immersed in the word 'sad.' If we want to overcome it, all we have to do is to forget the words which make us sad, which makes us think."

Isaac suddenly contorted his face in raw pain and sadness, as if something deep had been triggered within him by Adrian's words. In that instant, Isaac became distraught, tears flooding his eyes. "What's wrong?" Adrian asked, concerned about lacing his voice. Isaac inhaled deeply, his chest trembling with emotion. "Just reminds me of my sister who is lost," he said through an agonizing voice. The words seemed to echo, a sad remembrance of the deep scars that Isaac had within himself.

Hopefully, you don't catch it wrong. ________________________ And again, I was crying like a baby Most crying can make me blind 😭😭😭 I could feel what Gerald felt 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 especially Rara felt. 😭😭😭😭 Really oh my God 😢😢😢😢😢

"It's okay to be sad, you know. Just don't let it get you down too much; there is a lot of things that can make people happy." "My mom told me that it's good to be sad every once in a while. Sounds strange, I know. But look at it in this way; if you are sad, and you know how it all feels, you can appreciate everything in a greater light. I didn't understand it at first, but I get it now. It's even okay to break down and let yourself cry because tears just show how long you remained strong."

Vanessa treated her as her sister. Vanessa chuckled while messing with her hair,"Just let those sadness flow by your tears, just cry until you can't anymore. Crying is also part of being a human, if you can't cry then you are weak, if you cry then you are strong. Strong enough to break down after all those heavy burdens, sadness nd loneliness that you are carrying. So, at least by crying, those burdens will also fall like your tears. Then one day, you can smile in relief and said 'Ah... cry does really make someone strong, look at me now... I'm unbeatable when it comes to those burden, I became strong because of these' Cry until you can't anymore. You older sister will always here as your cr

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

Goodnight Adrian. Several seconds passed. ADRIAN: Goodnight, Little lamb. After that—the messages stopped. And deep down, I knew Adrian understood I needed space. Saturday morning finally broke the numbness. Because the moment Sadie arrived at my apartment carrying snacks and iced capuccino-I burst into tears instantly. Full ugly crying. The kind that physically hurt. “Oh my God,” Sadie gasped while rushing toward me. “Baby…” I cried into my best friend’s shoulder while Sadie held me tightly.

The tears flow uncontrollably, a river of grief that refuses to dry up. As I cry, I hear a knock at the door. It's soft, hesitant, as if the person on the other side is unsure if they should disturb me. I freeze, my heart racing with fear. Who could it be? Adrian, come to gloat over my misery? To smirk and tell me how I'm his prisoner? "Go away!" I yell, my voice hoarse from crying. I just wanted to be alone, maybe even die here. I don't even know how I feel right now... The tears wouldn't stop flowing.

I smile at the opportunity. "The first time I cried with her." I turn to look at Dani. "I think you can laugh with a lot of people but you can't cry with a lot of people. With your mom, I can cry over anything and everything without feeling judged. Nothing feels better than a good cry in your Mom's arms that later leads to sèx. It's like the tears make it better and wetter." "Yuck!" Sophia grimaces. "You really didn't have to add that last part! You're gross, old man! And that's gross!"