She Was Crying On My Shoulder Novels & Stories

I hated seeing her like this. She tried pulling away suddenly, probably embarrassed, but I held her there without thinking. “Stay still,” I muttered. “I’m not a child.” “You’re crying on my shoulder.” “That doesn’t make me a child.” “You’re still staying there.” That earned me a weak glare through her tears. For the first time that night, I noticed how cold her hands were. She’d probably been sitting outside for a while before I found her. “You’ve been out here long?” “A while.”

Kanya weakly muttered. Without warning, Kanya threw herself at me. She hugged me tightly, while her tears fell freely over my shoulders. Why is she suffering so much? My heart hurts when I see her in a state of confusion like this. “Cry as much as you want. Cry on my shoulder.” 🍁 Happy Reading 🍁 It can be very comforting when you can cry loose on the shoulder of someone who is also giving his shoulder to you. — Apple Leaf

I wrapped my hands around him, and it wasn't to play into his sick games, it was to stab him before he could. However, all of a sudden, the knife slipped from my gasp when he buried his face on my shoulders and something wet trailed from my shoulder. My heart stopped for a second as he tightened his grip around me, his body trembling slightly and at first, I was confused. What was happening? Why could I feel something wet on my shoulders? Tears? Thorne was crying on my shoulders? That was impossible. Thorne had never cried. I had never even seen him shed a tear in all the time that I had spent with him. He had never even cried for Celeste, so how could he cry for me?

She ran towards me with tears in her eyes. “Your majesty,” She whined when she came to stand beside me. Taking my arm in hers, she placed her head on my shoulder tk continue sobbing quietly. I couldn't understand it, I wasn't even believing it. I said nothing to her as she continued to sob on my shoulder.

I couldn't imagine why a little girl would want to be left alone to cry, because Arthur had told me she kept on refusing to be near the other maids. "Yes," She nodded, hugging me tighter with her little arms and resting her head on my shoulder. I felt droplets of her tears rest on my shoulder as she started to cry again. I sighed, stroking her hair soothingly and I rocked back and forth on my heels, letting her cry for now.

And then, I felt something wet cascade down my shoulder. Evan was crying, too.

I must say , my shirt is looking great on her compared to me. I applied cream on her hand carefully, trying not to hurt her in any way. Now, it was time for her shoulders, the most critical part for the task. I looked up at her and find her already looking at me. My eyes softened looking her red face which was probably due to crying. I shook my head negatively indicating her not to be sad and blinked my eyes slowly, indicating her that I am always there for her no matter what. "Ira your shoulders..." I said to her reluctantly.

I stared at her beautiful face, and I lifted my hand to caress her cheek. “Me too. Please come back to me. I don’t care how much you hurt me. Please come back to me," I pleaded with her. She reached for my face and wiped my tears with her thumb, her chest heaving up and down. She was looking at me as if her chest was gonna burst with so much emotion. She chewed her lip and looked down before her hands settled on my shoulders. Her shoulders started to shudder, and my heart was slowly shattering as I saw her sobbing.

Her eyes were red and puffy as tears fell from them. “You promised!... I looked for you! I waited! I wanted you back! You were all I wanted!” Her shoulder shook, and her knees gave out as she broke down crying. Nadja caught her, and one arm went under her knees as he scooped her off the ground. “You weren't supposed to leave me,”

“You shouldn't be crying “. She started. I shifted. I shifted my shoulders, her hands fell off. She hesitated for a minute before she spoke again, her hand resting steady on the chair handle. “Florence you shouldn't be crying, please don't hurt yourself”. She whispered, rubbing my shoulders gently for the second time. “Ler me cry”. I replied hoarsely" Let me pour it all our”. I sobbed, I couldn't contain the tears anymore. For a moment, she was quiet, for a moment she said nothing but allowed me to bask in my pain, all she did was rub my back gently.