Silently Crying Novels & Stories

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

a familiar voice yelled in agony. “Jin?” I asked between tears shifting my eyes to the child who had been lying on the corner who I was sure was dead. He was slowly getting up as the rats which had covered some part of his body scattered off him. His lively, bright eyes had turned dull, almost like mine. “I’m sorry” I cried. “I’m so sorry, sorry” “NO!” he yelled in anger, causing the whole room to shake. I rapidly covered my ears still in tears. “I’m sorry!”

#Dorothy’s POV# There’s nothing left to cry, but somehow I’m still crying. My face is puffy. My lips are cracked. My chest feels caved out. My arms, limp. My legs, weak. But the tears just won’t stop. They fall in this slow, silent, constant way that makes it feel like I’m leaking from the inside out. I don’t even know what I’m crying about anymore. The babies? Rico? Joel?

Wiping her tears off quietly, she said, "It's okay if you don't want to speak." Silence swept again inside the car, making the temperature even colder. She was sad. She didn't do anything wrong, but his attitude towards her was cold as if she had done some unforgivable sins. She felt more aggrieved and continued looking out. She tried hard to not shed tears, but her tears were disobedient to her which seeped through her eyes continuously. She didn't know why his attitude was making her so vulnerable emotionally. The pain in her heart was so intense that she felt suffocated inside the car. But she endured all the pain quietly as she didn't want to show any sign of weakness. She had done nothi

Zylar let out a low, wounded whine inside my mind, narrowing the ache spreading through me. “So, this is how much he trusts her.” My heart throbbed with hurt as she said, “Mate trusted Scarlett enough to shut me down before I could even speak properly.” My eyes burned with tears again, and this time, tears spilled freely. I lowered my gaze to the wine, the deep liquid trembling slightly with the grip. My throat burned, but I forced my breathing to steady and wiped my tears quickly, brushing them away with the back of my hand before Cassian could notice.

She croaks so quietly like she didn’t want me to hear it. My eyes widen. She did it? “What do you mean you did it?” An almost growl. Droplets slide down her cheeks, her chest heaves like she’s about to cry. She closes her eyes, not looking at me. “I-I couldn’t t-think, it w-was too quiet.”

[BELLS JINGLE LOUDER] —— "The night has finally come!" There, I quietly hissed to myself albeit glaring at my reflection in a golden framed huge mirror. Nothingness but tears started to make a hideous waterfall on the floor of my cheeks. I clutched my chest instantly when I felt my heart start to beat against the unsteady walls of my chest. There is possibly nothing I can do than just allow tears to flood across my face. Dread had already touched every part of my throbbing organ with its sticky fingertips. "My tears…! How long do I have to cry!? Tis going to happen, I cannot escape it." I stuttered under my quivering breath, while both of my hands began to tremble.

For hours now, extremely long hours there was silence everywhere. A kind of silence that Mira had never experienced before. Mira was so numb to do anything either, sittings by the door, her head resting on the metal. She was simply breathing because that was the only things she could do. Small tears falling down from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. There was a time where she could cry out loud but she was so exhausted that Mira stayed quiet, but the feeling of disaster and her fear still made her continue to cry.

She pleaded. “Go away.” I muttered. “What?” “Leave me alone!” I said a little louder for her to hear. I didn’t mean to be harsh to her but I just wanted to be left alone for hours, days even weeks. Sam had been like a sister to me all this while, she took care of me and comforted me everyday. Tears rolled down my face as I hugged my knee closer to my chest. I cried until there was no energy left in me. That’s what I have been doing every day. Crying was my therapy. I cry in the bathroom for hours, I cry myself to sleep at night. I only eat when Ryker or Dylan forced me to. Now I understood what Ryker went through when he lost his little sister. It must have been so hard for him.

she says, and I hear her leave the suite. We stay in silence for I don’t know how long. Chris gently rubs my back to soothe me until my sobs eventually ease off. Now my nose is all stuffy, my eyes feel like I haven’t blinked in a year, and I have a headache. Why does crying feel so terrible?