Novel & Cerita She Was Crying On My Shoulder

Was she trying to calm me down? At her seeming words that should have sounded painful, more tears graced my eyes, trickling down when there was no space to accommodate them. Our... “Don't—don't tell me you are indirectly asking for me to hold on to you,” she stuttered out when my head finally rested on her shoulders. I nodded shamelessly, brazenly against her shoulders, and I could feel it—even though it was reluctant. Even though she sighed that she didn't want to do it, she still did it with hands that were shaky.

She was sitting on the couch; she wasn’t asleep because her nose was buried on her phone. ‘’Ren’’ I spoke, but she didn’t look up but I know she heard me because she stiffened a little. “Why are you still up?” she didn’t speak, but she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. “Why are you crying?” She was still quiet as I took a seat beside her. She wiped her face again, but this time, she leaned on my shoulders and I froze. Her forehead was resting on my shoulder and I can feel the wetness from her tears drenching the cloth of my white shirt.

she said to me, and she suddenly started crying. Even though she was pushing me away, I still made sure to continue to get closer and closer to her. I held her and slowly placed her head on my shoulder as she hugged me tightly and continued to sob. She seemed scared and was shaking. She was also very cold, I think from all the walking. She was also so exhausted.

“Ready to head up?” nodded, adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder. And just like that, they turned toward the elevator. Together. It was almost too perfect. The little girl resting comfortably on his shoulder, standing close at his side, the three of them moving like a family. My stomach knotted painfully, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I wanted to believe it wasn’t real. That this was some trick of fate or coincidence. But there was no denying the truth staring me in the face.

She was completely confused, all she could do, was stand there. Her eyes became watery, and no matter how hard she tried to withhold her tears, they just kept pouring out like a river. She slid down the side of the bed, she'd never seen him this upset before, it pained her to see him this way. She gripped her knees, placing her head on top of her knees and quietly wept for him.

When I returned, they were all surprised. When mom saw me, she exclaimed, “Oh my gosh!” She covered her mouth as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Oh, my dear! My daughter is back!” she cried as she approached and hugged me. I let go of the children's hands and embraced mom. “Scarlett baby!” mommy screamed as she embraced me. I couldn't stop crying as I hugged her. I miss her. “Mommy,” I whispered. She just hugged me. I can sense her longing for me as well. Because she is my support when I am having a problem, and she always reminds me to be strong in life.

After sobbing for about two minutes, I felt warm hands on my shoulder. Turning around, my gaze fell on the only person that had been with me the past few weeks, feeding me and listening to me, offering a shoulder to cry on. "Bri," I cried. "She's…gone, for real." "I'm really sorry about that." She hugged my head to her chest. My arms fell beside me as I let out all the tears I could produce. "It's okay, don't worry. I'm here for you. Always…."

No one even remembered. Except for her. Her tears came in waves as she slumped against my shoulder, crying with the rawness of someone who’d held it in for far too long. It felt like stepping into a memory, back to when she was just a little girl who leaned on me when the world was too cruel. And here she was again, not so little anymore, but still breaking in front of me, trusting me to catch her.

But I never imagined that she actually knew that I would have come to this place. What made her think of searching for me? I thought to myself as I could not even raise my face to look at her. Then I felt her bend to the same level as me. She was also crouching on the floor with me. Then she placed her hands on my shoulders as if she was soothing a child. And she kept on patting my shoulder gently, not saying a word. And I was really grateful for that. I know that she would have already realized that I was actually crying. But I could not face the embarrassment of looking at her with all these tears on my face.

She adjusted quickly, burying her face in my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my waist like she needed the anchor. At first her crying was quiet — just warm tears soaking into my shirt. Then it built up. Her shoulders started shaking harder, her breaths turning into broken little sobs. I held her closer, one hand stroking slow circles on her back while the other rested gently on the back of her head.