Silently Crying Novels & Stories

I HAVEN'T CRIED IN years because, well, crying really wouldn't make a difference. I was stuck in this situation no matter what I did. Of course, that didn't stop the tears from falling; actually, it made even more tears fall. For a second there was only silence, and I thought those two had left, not that I had much time to think about them, since Frequency's voice filled the surrounding room. “So, not trying to be rude, Ring, but can you stop crying? I kind of need to run something that's by you.”

My phone rings somewhere nearby, the sound cutting through the silence and loneliness deep inside me but I ignore it completely. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want comfort, questions, or empty words. I just want to be left alone with the ache that has lived inside me for so long. The tears come harder now. I burst into them without warning, my shoulders shaking as sobs rise from deep within my chest. My whole body trembles with the force of it. I cry for the little girl who waited every day for a father who never came. I cry for the teenager who watched other families and felt invisible.

The world was still, but she didn't move. She couldn't. Her lips quivered, barely parting and tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, trailing down the sides of her face, as her body trembled. She shivered violently, yet no sound came out. She was crying silently, and the pain of her loss, pressed down on her like a weight she couldn't escape. Her body trembled on the bed, and she wanted to move, but it was like something heavy was holding her down.

She understood that some pain could not be softened by words, that some grief demanded silence, that some storms had to be weathered alone—even in the presence of those who loved you. I closed my eyes, letting the tears slip freely. They came hot and unrelenting, each one a silent testament to the fear, the guilt, the sorrow I carried. My body shook as I wept, and I felt as though the very air around me had thickened, suffocating, trapping me in a prison of despair. “I can’t… I can’t do this,” I whispered, voice breaking. The words hung in the room like fragile shards of glass, impossible to pick up again once they had fallen.

Like I can hold all the pieces of me together with just my fingers and silence. But I can’t. I can’t hold it in anymore. The tears come hot and fast. Ugly. Silent at first, but then they rip out of me—wet, shaking sobs I don’t even recognize as mine. My hands cover my face, my shoulders curl in, and I cry like I’m grieving. Because I am. I lost him.

It was like the darkness comforted me, echoing the silent cries of misery inside me. A low sob escaped from my heart, and tears streamed down my face. They flowed sideways, gently brushing against my ears. The touch was ice-cold and agonizing. I clutched my clothes against my stomach, my cries echoing through the room. The silence in my room amplified even the softest sound, reaching anyone standing outside the door.

It really makes sense why he was on the top my son hugging him the after the shooting thing. Unconsciously tears falls down off my eyes. It just goes out naturally responding to how my heart ache and beat in pain. Our eyes says what our heart can’t say. It cries when we our in much pain, it also cries when we are in much happiness or something that we prayed finally happen. Nicollo, wherever you are Son, I wish you all the best and may the peace be with you and your family. Thank you for everything, I couldn’t be more grateful but hurt at the same time that you wish to saved my Son in exchange of your life.

My own tears were about to spill over. "If you're sad… you have to cry!" Lily's voice trembled. "You can't hold it in all by yourself!" Silence. Then— "I'm here…" Her crying didn't stop. "I'll be with you…" "So… it's okay…" "You can cry…" Silence. Long. Very long. Then— A small voice. Broken. Like something finally cracking. I hold my breath. And then— Crying. Softly. At first. Then growing clearer.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

Every so often, her eyes would fill quietly, and a single tear would slide down the side of her face and disappear into the pillow. She didn't sob. She didn't make a sound. She just grieved silently. Colt sat in the chair beside her bed, feeling completely useless. He was a man who knew how to build empires, solve problems, and command a room. Yet here, in the face of her silence, he was nothing.