Romans & histoires Sister Poems That Make You Cry Short

◇MEHAK POV◇ I don't know why, I tried many ways to forget him but unable to everyday my heart craved for him I want to be with him but how I should say to him what he will think of me will he think me as characterless woman who runs behind a man but my heart is not being at ease atleast I want to listen his voice once I want to feel his presence for once I started searching his number everywhere where I lost it I saved it safely oh god why my fortune is this bad I'm literally crying for losing the only hope I had to meet him again why I'm this ill fated loosing everyone in my life I seen someone's shadow behind me its sister I don't know what to do sister wiped my tears and asked "for what y

I'd dо ѕоmе thіngѕ to hеr, I tell уоu whаt. "Whаt іѕ іt, ѕwееthеаrt?" "Dаddу, I nееd your hеlр. The pump ѕtорреd working аnd I nееd уоu to come fіx іt." "I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out."

It was the same image that had haunted me for years since Fenrir had mercilessly killed her right before my eyes. As I opened my eyes, tears streamed down my face, and my heart pounded in my chest. The dream had felt all too real, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of terror and anguish that it had brought back. The thought of my beloved sister's tragic death still pierced my heart like a thousand needles, and I couldn't help but wonder how my life would have been different if she were still alive.

His love was planning to leave, and if she did, what would be left for him to protect? **** *** A/N// OMO, I am crying...once again Kodaline— Brother has me crying my eyes out while writing a chapter... My sister says I'm stupid...but damn! (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ Somebody hug me, my babies are falling apart!

I can’t tell anymore. “ Dustin, your sister is influenced by that Southern Bastard. She is not in her right mind! ” Mom hisses. I wipe my cheeks, but the tears just flow again, tracing my skin and dropping on the floor. I am crying—I have never cried. My knees feel weak. I can’t stand now. I crouch down and place my palm over my forehead. I don’t want to cry. I can’t— I… “ I am…sorry. ” The involuntary noises are leaving my mouth again. I don’t recognize them. But they sound like agony.

a subtle hint of longing in his tone. *My little sister* Whisper told me, her tiny voice barely above a whisper, as a tear glistened in her golden eyes. When it fell into my hand, it turned into a diamond, and I felt a surge of sadness. I went upstairs and placed it in my music box, gentle reverence. "I'm so sorry, Whisper, I promise to keep you safe always!" I promised her, my voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

How could they take everyone I love away from me? I sat there, tears streaming down my face, holding onto my sister one last time. Standing up, I sought for a suitable spot and began digging with my bare hands to lay my sister to rest. I couldn't bury my father, or mother, or brother, but at least I could bury my sister. I gently placed her in the hole, holding onto her tightly as tears flowed uncontrollably. "May the moon goddess's light illuminate your path to the underworld, where shadows dance in eternal embrace." I whispered softly.

She did not turn around. “I know,” she said quietly. Then she walked out. The door closed. Locked. Silence swallowed the cell. I slid down the wall. Curled into myself. For the first time in years, I cried. Not for what I had lost. Not for what I had done. For the sister I had killed. For the sister I could have been. For the girl who died in that warehouse. For Anya. For Nina. For neither. For both. The tears came hot and endless.

I couldn’t do anything but cry—because crying was all I had left. ‎Once he was out of the way, my sister flew into her full on drama queen mode. ‎She pulled me into her arms, bursting into a loud cry, consequently pulling the attention of onlookers, who all rushed to her side comforting her. ‎My stomach turned from revolt. ‎My eyes became drowsy... I was tired– So very tired. ‎But... I didn't want to die. ‎I wasn't going to let go of life so easily, I wanted revenge – so badly that it hurt.

This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. This was proof. Clara leaned against the counter as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her own sister. Her own sister had written those words. Tears blurred Clara’s vision, but she forced herself to keep reading. Another message appeared. Tomorrow night. Same place. Clara stared at the words for a long time. Something inside her slowly shifted. The pain was still there, burning through her chest like fire. But beneath that pain… something colder began to grow. Determination.