Novel & Cerita Severus Snape Crying

If that meant her death, then so be it. There was a low chorus of hissing and gasps as she denied Severus, but he did not flinch. No, he didn't even look angry. A soothing and calming expression settled over his face, and he lowered himself to one knee. There was another rush of gasps, and most of the vampires seemed either confused or shocked.

"I don't even know what I'm doing anymore." Sebastian, having held up his walls for months, finally lets them crash down. He begins to cry; he begins to weep. At first, he's too proud to let me see him cry, so he covers his eyes with his hand as the pained sounds escape his chest. All I can manage to do is sit next to him and let him cry. But I want to do more. I need to do more.

All the fictional men were sick of me. Tear drops rolled out of my eyes. I couldn’t stop them. I was ready to roar-cry with the undeads. “W-W-Why are you crying?” Alphonse paled. “You shouldn’t be crying.” It made it worse. My tolerance was over. I cried. “No, shit.” He wiped the tears away from my cheeks. His fingers were warm, but his pupils were quivering uneasily. “You shouldn’t cry. I would be in trouble if --”

’ I sniffed and expectantly glanced up to see him do it. This was going to be sweet, I told myself. I hadn’t seen my husband shed a tear so far. Maybe he did when he thought I was dead during the great battle, but we were under the holy water of River Enyd at that time so his tears, if he was truly crying, mingled with the liquid. ‘I’m crying inside, Serena,’ then he told me coolly. I went ballistic. ‘No! That’s so unfair. You’re a cheat! I want to see your tears!’

Sebastian's eyes widened when he realized he was crying. Sebastian found men crying a funny thing, he believed in a saying that men shouldn't cry and he never did. He never really got the reason to but today seeing her tears his heart was beyond pained to stop the water that gathered in his eyes. He thanked the rain that started soaking them at a rapid pace, he didn't want anyone to see his tears not even her. Bella tried to pull away but he tightened his hug, "It's ok, just let out." He whispered not minding the rain and keeping his voice steady and calm. The tear that spilled out of his eyes washed away by the rain.

Right in front of me… I felt my knees tremble before my legs could no longer hold up my weight and I tumbled to the ground feeling emotions overpower all my senses in a way that had never happened in the last ten years. It took me a while to understand that the reason why my vision was blurry was because of the tears that streamed down my face uncontrollably. Broken sobs followed soon after. ‘Don’t make me weak…’ I cried desperately to myself. ‘Please…don’t make me this weak! Not now! Not now!’ But instead, I felt two strong arms wrap around me from behind and a familiar kind of scent engulfed me as Draco’s war embraced chased away the icy grip around my heart that threatened to bring back h

Sebastian's words tormented me like a curse, causing a splitting headache and a tangled, painful heart. I fought back tears as I hurriedly left his office. Once I closed the door behind me, I couldn't contain it any longer, and tears streamed down my face. I covered my mouth and ran back to my room; I didn't want anyone to see me in this state. I locked the door, leaned against it, and collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly drained. I knelt there, hands covering my face, and cried uncontrollably. I cried until I had no more strength left in me, my lips numb.

I didn't care as I chugged glass after burning glass, trying to drown the image I could still see in my head. My chest felt as if it was going to burst any moment but I tried to keep it down so that someone wasn’t going to come in there and see me crying. Cameron walked in at that moment, still sharp in his work clothes,looking breathtaking as usual. He took in my tear-stained face and half empty bottle, with worry on his face. "Serena, what's wrong?" His voice sounded soft yet strong. I shook my head mutely, turning away. He took two giant strides and closed the space between us. Then he gently cupped my chin, "Tell me, please."

You should’ve been alive. As I bawled my eyes, mourning. Sebastian watched me from afar with a keen, strict gaze. His eyes emanate no more than the fury of a man brimming with hate. He hovered over his assistant and mumbled a few words before he turned his attention to me. Tears streamed uncontrollably. My voice cracked as I whispered every apology I could think of how I failed her. How I thought time would make the pain more manageable. How wrong I was. I curled into myself beside her grave. It took me half an hour to finally become exhausted and crying, and then I walked back into the car.

He forced out, looking up at last and that's when Bellatrix saw the tears gathering at the bottom of his eyes—tears he was desperately trying to hold back, but was failing miserably. “I'm so, so sorry, Bella.” The first tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it off immediately and inhaled deeply, trying to stop the other from falling. But the moment he parted his lips to speak again, a raw sob escaped his lips. The sound felt truly foreign to Bellatrix's ears, it caught her off guard, but not as much as the way her heart twisted painfully as she watched his shoulder shake and him squat down, burying his face in the center of his palm.