She Was Crying On My Shoulder Novels & Stories

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.

she whispered—something she should never have to ask for. "Of course, my love," I murmured, as her arms wrapped around me. She buried her face deep into my shoulder, and little by little, I felt her tears soak through the fabric. Then came the sniffles… then the snot… until finally, she was sobbing—loudly—into my shoulder.

Then she grabs her handbag and starts smacking me across the shoulder with it. “Ow! Ow, ow—ouch! That hurts!” I yelp, shielding myself with a pillow. “What do you mean that hurts?!” she snaps, her voice cracking. Her bag falls from her hands. She’s shaking. I freeze when I see her eyes glisten. She blinks, and tears spill down her cheeks. My smile falters. “Wait… why are you crying?” My throat tightens. I scramble off the bed and onto my knees, crawling toward her.

She cries on my shoulder for a long time and when she stops, she is almost lifeless. “ Take me to her. I can’t leave her alone like this. ” She sniffs and tightens her hold around my waist.

“Now, I will only lend you my shoulder for 30 seconds at most.” My forehead wrinkles in confusion, “Lend me your shoulder? Why?” “Because I think you’re about to-” As if on command, before he even utters the word, tears begin to frolic down my face with reckless intensity. I bear hug Dylan, as I finally can’t hold back my emotions anymore and wail with a “waaaaaah!”, blubbering thickly and sniffling my sorrow into the shoulder he’s so kindly lent to me.

The girl looks like someone has won the jackpot and rubbed it on her face. “Sure,” she says and I Gide her to the middle of the room. I rest one hand on her lower back and hold her hand on my other one as some Ed Sheeran song plays in the background. “Is everything okay?” I ask, and she shakes her head. Her eyes meet mine and I can see the tears threatening to spill. I rub my thumb on the single tear that rolls down her cheek, and she rests her head against my shoulder. “I am sorry, you don’t really know me and I am crying on your shoulder,” she tells me and I can’t help but chuckle lightly.

Ariana We got into the room and settled on the bed and she immediately rested her head on my shoulders and began crying. I didn’t try to shush her or beg her to stop crying. She needed to let it out and I let her do exactly that. She sobbed on my shoulders and I just rocked her back softly trying to keep her in check. After a while her sobs reduced and she looked up to me. “Thank you, I needed that.” She said and I nodded.

Her shoulder already hurts so bad. Her chocolate-brown eyes were streaming with tears as she held her shoulder; she was very hurt. She sat on the ground and sobbed uncontrollably as she felt more agony in her shoulder. She was primarily crying because she was drowning in darkness and the memories of her son kept flashing through her mind, leaving her helpless to fall apart rather than because of the pain he had caused on her shoulder. “Give me stupid reasons to live” she hissed as she was not only Angry, but she was frustrated at the same time.

Someone who wasn’t tangled up in my grief, my mistakes, my confusion. Someone I could breathe around. I wrapped my arms around her instantly. “My head is throbbing so badly,” I muttered into her shoulder. “I think something is wrong. It feels like it’s bleeding again or—” My words died in my throat. Because she was crying. Her shoulders were shaking against mine. Soft, broken sobs muffled into my neck. “Mia…” I pulled back slightly. “What’s wrong?” She clutched my arms, tears streaking down her cheeks.