Silently Crying Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She has been silently crying for twenty minutes now. Lola held the pillow and sobbed, biting the pillow and trembling. Her eyelashes were clumped together from the wetness, and her light golden hair stood on end. Her expression looked a lot like the popular "crying cat" meme on the internet, but her posture was more like a helpless golden retriever hugging a peanut.

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."

Her fingers trembled from the force she had poured into every strike. Her head slowly lowered. And then the tears came. One drop fell. Then another. Then several more. They streamed down her face like quiet rain, slipping from her chin without a sound. She did not sob. She did not make a single noise. If not for the steady flow of tears, no one would have known she was crying at all. Silent. Broken. “You’re the one who ruined me,” she whispered after a long moment, her voice trembling, fragile and hoarse.

His voice wasn't loud, not a shout that would echo through the grand halls, but it had the kind of quiet weight that could silence a whole room, make the very air still. Lyric blinked hard, her eyes stinging from unshed tears of frustration. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breathing shallow and ragged, betraying the storm raging inside her. Her throat felt tight, as if something heavy was stuck in it, a ball of anger and hurt she couldn't swallow.

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.