Silently Crying Novels & Stories

The moment I stepped into my room, I closed the door quietly behind me and rested my back against it. For a few seconds, I just stood there staring at nothing. Then everything inside me gave out. I slid down onto the floor beside the bed and covered my mouth with my hand as the tears came rushing out. My shoulders trembled violently, but the room remained silent. I had learned a long time ago how to cry without making a sound. How to fall apart quietly. I buried my face against my knees while the humiliation I tried so hard to hold together downstairs crashed over me all at once.

Amy signed slowly: I want to go too. “Baby… no. Grandma’s not well. But she’ll come to see you in the evening, I promise.” Her face crumbled. And then, like she always did when overwhelmed, Amy began to cry. Not loudly not like other children. Her tears were quiet, broken only by those muffled gasps that tore through her chest. Her cries were so silent, so restrained, they made everything hurt worse. It felt like her pain had no sound because the world had never given her a voice.

Is that too much to ask? Zeke drove in silence, just as I wept in silence. I was facing the window, trying to hide my tears. I had become an expert at this; silently crying without anyone around me knowing that I was. I know how to restrain my cries and control my ragged breathing. I know how to tactically wipe my tears so no one will notice them. I don't know how many times I wiped my face, but my tears don't seem to end. Zeke was driving, his eyes and attention on the road. He never bothered to talk to me or look my way. Was he aware that I was crying? I have no idea. I hope he wasn't, and if he was, I badly wished he'd just pretend he didn't know. Just this

A knock sounds from the door and everyone goes silent as the door opens. "I hope you like it, Mr. Ingram." Everyone's looking at the door, but I can't take my eyes off him. His expression, I've seen it before. What's going on? The doors open and everyone gasps loudly. Turning to the opened door our eyes meet and in that instant, I knew - I was crying.

“Where are you going?” “Somewhere quiet,” he says, grabbing his phone. Without another word, he walks out of the room, the door shutting closed behind him. I sit there, my chest tight, listening to the silence for almost ten minutes or more — I don’t know. Swallowing hard, I force down the next round of tears that threaten to fall from my eyes like I’ve always done. Being trained that the tears does nothing for one is the only thing stopping me from crying. And right now, I can only wonder if I pushed too hard.

My sobs echoed through the silent room, a symphony of grief and frustration. I clung to my pillow, desperately seeking solace in its soft embrace. The fabric absorbed my tears, offering a feeble comfort amidst the chaos that consumed me. I felt the weight of the world upon my shoulders, the burden of my unexplained affliction threatening to shatter the fragile fragments of hope that remained. As the tears continued to fall, my body trembled with a mixture of exhaustion and anguish. I could no longer contain the torrent of emotions that raged within me. Each sob was a cathartic release, a plea for understanding, and a lament for the life I once knew.

I'm even more confused about why I am crying right now. I wasn't expecting Sierra to embrace me, but I felt my hands slowly embracing her back. "I want you to know that it's fine with me if you cry in front of me. Crying is not a sign of weakness; it is a means to express your emotions. It just means that you are strong enough to let go of your joy or despair in the form of tears."

I stepped closer, my heart hammering. She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands, but she couldn't hide the wet tracks on her cheeks. She was sobbing silently, her whole body vibrating with the effort to keep it in. "Wait, are you crying?"

“How do you sleep at night, Caleb? How do you close your eyes and not hear the screams? The cries of my people? Do they not haunt you?!” The room was silent, my voice echoing off the high walls like a confession dragged from hell itself. I stood there trembling, my entire body shaking as if it could barely contain the storm inside me. I lost in the fight against my tears. It fell, gushing out of my eyelids like an uncontrolled tap. He didn’t move or answer. He didn’t even bother to look back. He just kept walking like it was nothing. Like whatever I was saying was nothing to him. His silence hurt more than any thing he could have ever said to me.

A girl who couldn't even cry properly anymore because it always felt like a luxury that I hadn't earned. I buried my face once again in my hands, as my breath came out in short heavens through my clenched teeth. Don't cry. Not now. But the tears came anyway. Not the loud, angry, attention seeking kind but rather the quiet one that slipped out without permission, the one that hurts the back of your throat the more you try to keep it in. I heard footsteps as light as air but I couldn't raise my face to see who it was, I'm sure I looked like a mess.