Sans Crying Novels & Stories

His other hand reached out to wipe that solitary tear away. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t think—” She stiffened when he touched her cheek and moved backwards, away from him, brushing the wet trail off. “Oh, my, I’m so sorry,” she said, embarrassed. “Please, don’t worry, I’m fine.” Jay raised his eyebrows. “Dude, you were crying. You should’ve told me it’d bring you memories and—”

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 flames erupted. In no time, the fire engulfed Jenna. As the firelight illuminated his face, I saw Shawn’s face streaked with tears. His lips trembled as he muttered, “I’m sorry, Samantha, I shouldn’t have lied to you.” But what difference would saying sorry make? I floated in the air and coldly watched him. I said, “If you really want to apologize, you should die. But even if you die, you still won’t get my forgiveness.” Suddenly, Shawn looked up in my direction.

"Even though my world is falling apart, I'd still want to make sure yours isn't, okay?" "Until then, let yourself feel. Let yourself be...human. Fuck the society. We're going to bring back your humanity, okay? Whoever said men shouldn't cry can go to hell," Jackson laughed, his shoulders shaking. I nodded, allowing a small smile. "When we're born, crying is the first thing we do. Crying symbolizes...pain, joy, a...feeling. It's... Crying is how your body speaks when your mouth cannot explain the pain anymore,"

“I know. And it sucks. It’s going to suck for a long time.” I cried harder. Not pretty tears. Real, snotty, choking sobs that made my whole body hurt. Nico just held me through it, one hand in my hair, the other steady on my back. He didn’t try to fix it. He didn’t tell me to be strong. He just let me fall apart.

The sudden attack nearly turns his inner wolf inside out. The crowd's anticipation dissolves into immediate disappointment as viewers flood the digital chat with dissatisfied lines. After coughing until a deep crimson stain covers his cheeks, Nia raises apologetic, watery eyes to the lens. "Sorry, everyone… I do not think singing is physically possible for my throat today."

I hollered back at him, “I intend to bring her back, I love her so much I don’t think I want to lose her forever. She’s so fragile, so sophisticated, I-I-“ my voice trembled into a tone I recognized very well to be a sob. Am I crying? I pushed my hand up to feel my face and felt a meltish liquid on there, tiny as it strolled down both side of my cheeks. I wiped the liquid out on my finger and brought it down for me to look at. Good Goddess, there are tears on my face. Will I also die? Holy Moon, I’ve never shed any form of tears since I was born. I don’t know what it feels like to cry or shed tears, I’m allergic to negative emotions, especially the type that tugs the heart. Anger is the only

ON MY SECOND TRY! I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE IT. I’m shaking. My hands are shaking, my voice is shaking—if I still had a heartbeat, that would probably be shaking too. I think I’m gonna cry. Like, do vampires even cry? Is that a thing we do? I don’t care. I’m a disaster right now, and you don’t understand how much this means to me. Seriously, y’all.

Jade sighed. “Are you crying?” The worried tone played again. “Um, yeah. But it's not really serious. I had to put on an act to make it look like I gave shit about everything that is happening.” She informed. “I have gotten used to the tears that I don't even need to work hard for them anymore, they just naturally keep on coming.” “Whoa, are you sure you're alright?”

Why am I this scared? I fight back the tears as I calm myself down, I can’t let myself cry at every given opportunity! I can’t let myself be that excitable and allow anything to get to me, I take deep breaths, that is right Natalia, inhale and exhale, there is nothing to cry about. But just in case, it is better to lock the damn window.