She Was Crying On My Shoulder Novels & Stories

Mom: "Of course not...what in the world are you talking about?" I showed her the DVD copies. She instantly broke down in tears. I came forward and held her. She was literally shaking like an 8.9 temblor. Something happened at some point, though. Her chin rested on my shoulder as she sobbed...then, a paradigm switch. Her head slowly descended to rest on my shoulder. I had been holding a hysterical victim, but now I was hugging someone that I loved.

I called out to her with my arms stretched out, her shoulders slumped in defeat as she closed the distance between us and fell into my arms, her head resting on my shoulder. I felt a hot liquid on my bare shoulder, and I shivered. She was crying, I pulled her away from my shoulder and stared right into her teary eyes filled with guilt, sorrow, anguish and pain. “What’s wrong Ellen? Why are you crying?What bothers you?” I asked but tears kept rolling down her cheeks, I didn’t know how to feel about what’s happening here. “Mother.” She whispered in a hoarse voice after some minutes, sniffing back her tears . I leaned closer to listen to her.

She kept quite not uttering a word which made me curious ,I looked up and found her staring at me ,her eyes were beginning to water , like she wanted to cry . "Naunet what's wrong ,did I say something wrong ,am sorry ,I said hoping she wouldn't cry anymore . "Thank you so much ,she said and pulled me into a hug , crying on my shoulder. I patted her hair softly as she wept on my shoulder ,"stop crying pretty ,you don't look like a princess when you cry ,I teased her and she laughed breaking the hug. I helped her clean the tears on her face before tucking the loose strand of hair on her face, behind her ear.

I mumbled. "I know the feeling," She said. I felt something wet on my bare shoulder and frowned. I removed her arms and turned to face her. I wiped her tears making her glance at me.

She yelled, already choking on her tears. " Why is life being so unfair to me, why? " She mumbled as she hugged her legs. She buried her face, hugging herself even tighter. She stayed in that position, hugging herself and crying her eyes out for over 20 minutes. She was still sobbing when she felt something perch on her shoulder making her slowly raise her head. Her eyes and face were now all swollen and red due to too much crying. She was surprised to see an eagle perched on her shoulder. Sniffing back her tears, she reached out her hand, and the eagle perched on it instead.

I ask her, and she shakes her head, holding her shoulder. “And that?” I jerked my head towards her shoulder, and she held it tight. “I landed badly when he lunged at me” she explains as I get closer to her, “May I?” I ask her and she nods her head, as I take her hand then place another hand on her shoulder. “Here we go”, I whispered to her as she closed her eyes, clenched tight to her jeans as I popped the shoulder in place, and she groaned while biting down on her lips.

she looked back at me and rubbed my shoulders, “you’re crying because you just did the hardest thing that humans ever have to do. The right thing.” I nodded my head and sobbed some more to her. * That day seemed to never end. The next morning, I woke up and looked down at my pillow, which was soaking wet from my tears. I felt my face and felt it was dry, but there were dried tears in a steady line that went from my eyes down to my chin, a part of my neck even had dried tears on it.

“I can’t.” “Why?” “Because some things don’t make sense when you say them out loud.” I didn’t push further. Instead, I reached for her hand. For a moment, I thought she might pull away, but she didn’t. Her hand stayed there, cold. “We’ll get over this,” I said quietly. She didn’t respond. “Together.” A few seconds passed, then her shoulders started shaking. At first, I thought she was just breathing unevenly… until I realized she was crying quietly, like she had been holding it in for too long.

, I said, cutting her short, with tears cascading down my cheeks. “Oh.”, she says sadly. Then she hugs me in order to comfort me, and I continue to cry on her shoulders.

I threw my arms around him. I hugged him while sobbing, I couldn't help the spittle from discharging out of my mouth as I sobbed on his shoulder. Unaware of the sudden tears in the first place. Relief flooded through me as he held me with one of his hand and let me cry more on his shoulder. It was what I needed that moment, someone to hold me, a shoulder to cry on. I was strong, but even the strong broke down. Needed rest from the role she was playing in the world. If someone had told me three days ago, that I would cry on Alex's shoulder, I would've been amused.