She Was Crying On My Shoulder Novels & Stories

I rubbed my palms over my face, almost on the verge of crying and begging on my knees to make her speak. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. She sat on the floor, hugging her knees. I sat next to her, wrapped my arm across her shoulder. She slowly slid into my embrace, hugging me. Her head was on my shoulder as she cried silently, clenching the front of my shirt.

he screamed on top of his lung as he cried hard. With a single swing of the executioner's sword, his neck fell off his body. His severed head rolled down on the ground until my father put his shining shoe on it. The rest of his body collapsed to the floor like a sack of potatoes with blood gushing out of it. The girl wailed harder than before. Tears rained down her dirty, mud-filled face. Her sharp screams filled the area. "NOOO! JOHN!" I could feel Blaze's grip tightening around my hand.

She simply rested a comforting hand on my shoulder. For some reason, it only made me cry harder. "I almost died," I whispered. "I'm sorry about that." She said softly. Fiona gently rubbed my back. "You don't have to hold it in. It's okay to cry. You're allowed to." For several minutes, I cried until my eyes hurt. Fiona stayed beside me the entire time and didn't rush me. Eventually, my breathing began to settle. I wiped my eyes with a tissue and glanced toward the door.

Her face moved and then she pressed her hand over her mouth and then she was crying, the full version, the kind that had been building behind everything for days. I crossed the room and sat beside her and she leaned into me and I put my arms around her carefully, aware of the ribs, and she cried into my shoulder the way she’d cried once before, in a hospital corridor, the kind of crying that came from the relief of something finally being over rather than the grief of something lost. I held her and said nothing because there was nothing to say that the moment didn’t already contain. She cried until she was done. Then she stayed where she was, her face against my shoulder, her breathing slowi

Her showing that she cares for me touched my heart. After tending my bruises, he patted my shoulder softly. My eyes brimmed with tears, this time looking at her. Even though I tried to hold myself, a sob escaped from my lips, and I leaned my forehead on her shoulder, and my tears fell from my eyes. She wrapped her arm around me and soothingly patted my back. *** ABBY Matthew silently cried on my shoulder. I never saw him this vulnerable and broke into tears, and it broke my heart seeing his tears and in pain.

I held her by the arm and pulled her towards me. "It's alright..." I whispered as I pat her back. That's when she started sobbing. Later on, her sobs became louder and I could feel my shirt getting wet from her tears. I beckoned the maids not to go there for a while since for sure she doesn't want them to see her crying. I just let her cry on my shoulders for as long as she wants until she finally stopped and moved away from me. She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked around.

“So please stop crying.” “Okay.” She sniffs. It tempts me to clean the tears on her cheeks, but that might deepen what I feel for her now. What I've always felt for her. And so I let her do it herself. “Same shoulder I…?” She looks at my shoulder, unable to say it. The thought has crossed her mind. “No,” I say. She doesn't believe me. “It’s not.” It's truly not. She had rested her head on my right shoulder.

"Crying." Her lips clenched to hide the tremors while holding back her tears from falling. I immediately pulled her onto my shoulder so she could cry without worrying about anything. She could cry without my eyes, even the eyes of the world, knowing. She had to let go of the tears by sinking into my shoulder. And I will continue to accompany her crying. *** It had been about ten minutes since she shed her emotions. She released my embrace, rubbing her face vigorously with both hands. "Feeling relieved already? Has your fire gone out?"

she questions as she struggles to free her self from my hug. “Stay away from me”she screams but that doesn’t make me let her go. “Shhhhh!!!” I shush her. “This is a Peculiar situation……you obviously need a shoulder to cry on, so here I am offering my shoulder to you do that you don’t feel lonely” I explain. “Who says I need a shoulder to cry hon?” She questions still forming hard girl.

I couldn’t stand seeing her like this. I wrapped my hand around her shoulder, patting it gently, while my other hand rubbed circles around her back. I let her cry for a while. Maybe she needed to let everything out to feel better. It took a long time before her shoulders stopped vibrating and she stopped sniffling. Her breathing had evened out, coming out in slow deep breaths. She had fallen asleep on my chest.