Silently Crying Novels & Stories

And my tears — the ones I’d been holding like a dam — spill freely, running warm down my face in silence. I don’t sob. I don’t scream. But the grief is there. —*

“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!”

[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?

I whispered out finally, my voice cracking up badly towards the end. I buried my face in my palms, feeling my head starting to pound lightly. Why? Why do I have to snap again? Fuck, I'm crying again, fuck! I hate this, I hate all these. "Fay-" Silas started to say but I cut him off, my voice muffled by my palms, trails of tears drifted down the spaces between each of my fingers, I could feel the warm liquid slide into my neck. "No, don't say anything, please." I requested before taking in a deep breath and dropping my palms from my face.

Tears were falling silently, one after another, running down the outline of her face and disappearing at the curve of her chin, without sobs, without any sound to betray the crying, only the wet shine betraying what she clearly did not want to show. The arm that had moved with force before now remained motionless at the side of her body, her fingers still tense, as if holding something invisible, and the air around us seemed to grow denser. She did not turn around. She did not say anything. She simply stayed there, crying in silence. “Are you all right?” I whispered, my voice so low that it almost did not break the silence of the stable.