Sad Story Makes You Cry Novels & Stories

She wasn't here. "It's okay to be mad at yourself," Craig went on. "Your transgressions are great. It's okay to cry. Men have feelings too. You can mourn the loss of your friend and Guardian by crying. It's better when you do. Crying helps to ease the pressure, so cry. I'll turn away if you don't want to do it in front of me. But, don't keep in the pain anymore." It was not so easy. I wished the tears would come.

Eve I couldn't stop crying. A raw grief tore through me, leaving me hollow and broken. The world was unfair—everything was so unfair. No matter how I tried to wipe my face clean, the tears kept falling. It was the kind of crying that came from the soul, the kind you can’t just reason through. The world had wrapped me in disappointment and squeezed. The more I thought about everything, the more I cried.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I–I didn’t mean to make you cry…” Sylvia wraps her arms around me and pulls me close to her chest, stroking my hair soothingly as she does her best to calm me down. I don’t know why the full force of my loss and heartbreak has chosen this moment to manifest itself into a wave of desolation that makes me want to do nothing but cry, but I feel unspeakably awful right now.

You're repulsive and a curse on my life. Marco appeared completely broken as he stumbled away. He took a couple of steps and then abruptly glanced back over his shoulder. He called out to me, just like the way he used to, and said, "You're the only person I've ever loved. I know that doesn't mean anything to you now, but it's the truth, Lina." He smiled faintly as tears streamed down his face. "I-I just didn't understand how to love a person." He turned and walked away after saying that, never once looking back this time.

She had never seen her mother lose control like this—the vibrant, untouchable Sarah Vance reduced to a shivering mass of agony. "Mommy, don't cry!" Maddy started to wail, her own tiny hands frantically trying to wipe the endless stream of tears from Sarah’s face. "Maddy will be good! I'll be so good! Mommy, please stop crying, it makes my heart hurt! Waaaaah..."

Not understanding why I was crying so much made me more sad. Damien doesn't deserve my tears. I don't want to cry for him anymore!

Layla's voice was softer, she said, "Alright. Everything is solvable. If you want to cry, cry, cry a lot. The person next to you is me, you don't have to be afraid, live with your feelings. Cry, cry a lot." Layla is quite a delicate person, she will not use meaningless words to comfort Sarah, who is in a sad state. She will encourage Sarah to cry more because this is the only way to relieve sadness. Sarah will be more comfortable when she cries. Sarah heard Layla's words, she cried more. Sarah's cry sounded like it wanted to tear the sky.

I've probably embarrassed him. I lay down on the couch and curl up as I feel more tears fall down my face. I start crying and hug my arms around myself. I can't even call a friend over, everyone is busy at work. Fuck I'm so dumb. I can't even get comfy on here. Stupid couch. I turn the tv off and walk upstairs to our bedroom so I can just stay there for today and wallow. I climb under the covers and wrap them around my shoulders tightly to replicate Master's arms around me.

Cried Loathefiya as Kayle only nodded smiling. Cold tears of deep dark sorrowness floated on the little Loathefiya's cheeks as she was silent for a while. For a child of her age, truth really was a killer beast. She stood on her knees crawling on Aerial, laid on her lap and burst in tears, shivering in agony. When the woman was about to hap her back to calm her tears, the girl spoke up, "Then promise me...." she sobbed "promise me you won't leave me."

We’d seen all the big tearjerkers… A Walk to Remember, The Notebook, Marley & Me… two nights ago we even got sucked into a K-drama, When Life Gives You Tangerines. So, I was confident. I wasn’t going to cry in front of him… Nah. I didn’t want to give him anything to tease me about. “Nope,” I said, trying to make my voice sound steady, confident. “I’ve seen a lot of romantic sad movies… I don’t cry.” He tilted his head, his gaze locking onto mine. That smirk tugged at his lips, faint but deliberate. “Hmm… tough. I like it,” he said softly.