She Was Crying On My Shoulder Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

she lurched herself at me, gripping my shoulder and shaking me violently. “What did you do!” tears dripped down her face and unto my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I whimpered under my breath as tears raced down my face. She raised her hand in the air and my eyelids immediately fluttered shut waiting for impact with my face. It never came. Instead, her other hand freed my shoulder. I opened my eyes just in time to see her wiping her eyes with the back of her palm. “Have you told anyone else about this?” “Just Julia.”

she spoke without looking into my eyes. “Hey, look at me,” I begged her, and her brown eyes found mine. They started to pool with tears. She tried to hold them back, but they kept on falling. I removed my seat belt and helped her out of hers, then I pulled her into my arms as she cried on my shoulder. “Now tell me, what's wrong?”

I said rubbing her back and trying to hold back from crying too. "No it's not," she muffled into my shoulder. Just like me, Celine never cried. Growing up, the only thing that managed to penetrate hard enough to make her shed a tear was seeing me in trouble, but the fact that she was here sobbing for minutes on my shoulder right at her front door was enough to let me know that whatever had happened had splintered her heart.

Dmitry brought out his handkerchief, but this time, he didn't hand it over to her, instead, he cleaned her tears himself then he said to her, "if you need a shoulder to cry on..." Natasha crashed on his huge and muscular body and cried so hard on his shoulder, hugging him dearly as if her life depends on it.

I broke down hard, crying into her neck, my fingers clinging to her back like I would drown without her. “You’re not a slut, dear. It happens,” she said softly, holding me close while I sobbed into her shoulder. She gently patted my back as I cried harder. After a while, I lifted my head from her shoulder and wiped my eyes with my clothes. “I’m sorry,” I hiccupped, glancing at her soaked dress. “It’s fine. Are you okay now?” she asked. I nodded and she stretched her hand toward me. “Let’s go, if you're good.”

Then her shoulder trembled. And as if something snapped, the crying broke free. Quiet, halting, hoarse. It shook her body, made her shoulders jerk, and I couldn’t just watch anymore. I leaned in at once, drew her into my arms, and she clung to me like a person clings to the earth when the sky is falling. “I’m sorry,” she whispered into my chest, muffled. “I… I didn’t mean to… I thought I was back there again… I didn’t know…”

she shrilled and shoved my shoulder. "Why my son? Why my son?" she screamed and pushed me so hard I almost fell. The next push I held her wrist in my hand firmly. She fell to her knees and her head dropped. The wind blew in a whistle as her shoulders began trembling. I heard an odd guttural sound coming from her throat. Heaving, sniffling – she was crying.

She leaned into my hand, "You're h-here Adrian. Y-You're really here." I smiled down at her through my tears and placed my forehead against hers, "Yes my darling. I am." She broke into sobs and brought me into a hug, I felt pain erupt all through my body because of the way I was hunched over and the fact Jane had her hand right on my shoulder injury. I held in a wince and used all my strength to hug her back, she didn't need to worry about me right now. She began to cry into my shoulder and I stroked her hair and back,"D-Does that mean I'm d-dead?"

Someone touched my shoulder, and I looked up to see Bryce looking down at me with a worried expression. "Hey," he said and sat down beside me. I did not know why but I burst into tears. Bryce did not say anything to me, he drew closer to me, placed my head on his shoulder and let me cry. I was mortified by my outburst of emotions, but I also reminded myself that I was human, and it was okay to hurt. I controlled myself after a while and wiped my tears, while Bryce sat there offering me a shoulder. When I was calm enough, I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheek and sniffed.