Novel & Cerita Severus Snape Crying

My snarl was disgusted. "I'm sorry. I… it's not Killian. I don't know. I messed up, Kil. Really." I stuttered. Tears streaking off my eyes. My growl was broken. "Oh, Sera. Come on. I'm here for you. What on earth really happened?" Killian asked. Swiping the tears off my eye with his thumb. Pulling my head into his chest as we both stood in that secluded corner. I broke out into a faint cry. Uncertain of how to proceed with this. My wolf was confused.

I met his eyes calmly. But he couldn't hold my gaze. He looked around nervously, at the street, at the sky, anywhere but at me. His eyes were wet. Tears fell, one after another, down his cheeks. "I'm sorry for bothering you." "Sera… I wish you happiness." He turned away so I wouldn't see him cry. His shoulders shook. Then he walked off quickly, disappearing around the corner. I let out a long breath. The kind you hold without realizing it.

And just like that, he left. I lay on the exam bed, staring blankly at the empty doorway. "Well," the doctor looked at me, "we can't proceed with only one party present." I sat up and touched the back of my neck. What was Victor playing at? He'd insisted on the divorce, then ran when the moment came. Serpents were impossible to read.

Sebastian easily caught me by the arm and all of us watched Soren spiral. “It can’t be true! It can’t! Because if then… If then… Having no soul is basically…” Soren has let go of the sorcerer and is now pulling his hair with his widened crazed eyes. He faced us with a horrified expression as he mumbled, “Dead.” I couldn’t help but pity him so I walked to Soren and yanked to hug him, burying his head by the crook of my neck to release a calming scent. The moment I did, he started crying and sobbing. His hands unconsciously hugged me.

A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him. In the somber scene, the arena transformed into a theater of mourning. Sebastian's grip tightened, a futile attempt to hold on to the slipping moments. The air seemed heavy with grief, the silence punctuated only by the stifled sobs and the echoes of the emotional storm that raged within.

"I did not mean to undermine you in front of the children but you know how I feel about other species.." "YOU KNOW DAMN FUCKING WELL I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT YOU SELFISH ASSHOLE!" I barked, feeling the tears sting at my eyes. How dare he try to cover up something far more important with something as foolish as our beliefs? If the color in his smokey grey eyes can fade any lighter, they would hold no color at all. The white in his eyes turned red as the tears started to pour out of him and he fell to his knees. "Bellatrix...words can't explain how sorry I am" he sobbed into the floor, slamming his fist with every word he said but no matter how hard he attempted and no matter how desperately

he screamed at the sky, his voice as tragic as a cuckoo’s cry, and spat out another mouthful of blood. The world darkened around him before he collapsed to the ground. … “Why can’t you take care of yourself yet?” A familiar voice sounded in front of him. Stephen struggled to open his eyes and saw Snow squeezing through the crowd, pulling Lily along as she walked over. “Snow! Lily!” Stephen’s body shook, and he could not stop his tears. “Alright, stop crying.” Snow gently pulled Stephen into her arms. “You’re a grown man now. Why are you still crying like a kid? Aren’t you going to be the youngest member of the cabinet? People might make a joke out of you if they see you crying like this.”

his parting words hung heavily in the air as he disappeared into the night. Alone and fading, Serene's eyes scanned her surroundings, landing on a vase gifted by Hazel. With a dry throat and desperation in her gaze, she crawled towards it, her trembling fingers grasping the cold ceramic. The vase held more than just water; it contained the precious tears she had captured in a moment of despair, an unconventional reservoir of potential healing. Slumping against the wall, Serene succumbed to unconsciousness. The room seemed to blur as she surrendered to the healing properties of her tears, trusting in the magic of the moment to restore her strength. ***

The dark night bears witness to the shattered lives and the irrevocable choices that led to this fateful moment. Sebastian, overcome by a rush of emotions, hastily exits the car, stumbling along the way as he hurries to reach Dominic. The weight of his heartache becomes too much to bear, and he finds himself gasping for air, struggling to breathe deeply amidst the turmoil. Overwhelmed by sorrow, he collapses onto his knees, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions. Tears well up in the corners of Sebastian's eyes, his pain pouring forth in silent streams. Each tear is a testament to the depth of his anguish, a reflection of the love he carries within him.

Killian sat beside her, his shirt half-unbuttoned as he held the other twin in his arms. The sight of them hit me harder than I had expected. "Oh my god," I whispered, my throat closing. "Oh my actual—" And then I was crying. Like, full-on ugly crying. The kind where your nose runs, your mascara betrays you, and you can't even form words because your chest feels like it just cracked wide open. "Christ," Killian muttered, clearly horrified. "She's leaking." "Killian." Sera shot him a glare sharp enough to decapitate. Then her eyes softened on me. "Sof, what's wrong?"