Sister Poems That Make You Cry Short นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She let her tears fall from her eyes as soon as her hands touch her sister's cheeks. "Blue..." she calls her as she cries silently. She hugs her sister and closes her eyes as tears freely roll down her face. "You leave me too soon, why?" she asks and hug her sister tighter and stared at the darkness ahead of her "You misses mom that much, huh? I miss her too, sister..." she gulps and tried not to sob but it's too much for her. She didn't grieve when their mother died, it seems like it's her time to do that because why not? She's already alone, Blue left her too. Is this the reason why the glass shattered into pieces? Waiting for her heart to break into pieces too? She can't tell.

She fought to steady her voice, to speak the name that now echoed in an empty space. "Kara... my sister... she's really gone?" Sobs wracked her body as the weight of the loss settled upon her like an insurmountable burden. From the depths of her soul, a keening cry echoed through the walls, a cry that encompassed all the love, pain, and memories she held for her sister. Ryder's voice was laden with his own anguish, his words tinged with sorrow. "I wish it wasn't true, Luna. I wish I could change it, but I can't. I loved her too... more than words can express."

Scarlet's POV I looked down at the woman crying in my arms—Alyssa. My so-called sister. The picture of grief and biterness mixed into one. Her tears streamed down her cheeks like a perfect performance, her voice trembling just enough to tug at the hearts of those watching. But I knew better.

"I'm so sorry, Gia. I'm sorry for not being there when you and your sister needed us. I'm so sorry, Gia." I couldn't stop crying either. At that moment I realized that was the reason why she cried every night. She's been having nightmares as the day of my sister’s death anniversary is getting closer and closer. "It's all done. It's over. It's happened," I said, which made her cry even more. "I was angry with you, yes," I started talking as she looked at me. "I was angry because I lost my sister. I lost the only person I sympathized with whenever you and Daddy were away." My tears flowed one after the other. "I was angry and I still feel it here," I said and then pointed to my heart. "But I'm

“Am I pitying you? I am not sure but yeah. I feel hurt when you feel hurt. I feel stupid for not being able to help you. I am your sister but I am only able to watch you from afar and support you vocally.” “When I searched for you and find you, I want us to be family. I want to be an older sister who has a good relationship with her younger sister. I want to support and encourage everything you wanna do. I want to fight with all of your enemies. I want us to be able to cry and complain about everything that happens to our life.” She continues with tears in her eyes.

She cried, cried and cried like a river that night not because he loved her sister, because he proved once again that she's nothing when compared to her sibling. After crying the whole night she decided to break up with him even before he could do that. And she did. Instead of saying sorry and apologizing that guy got angry on her only for the soul reason that Amara couldn't be his bridge to get her sister. His words still lingering through her brain which never failed to pierce through her heart everytime she recalled. "I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE YOU'RE HER SISTER. SHE LOOKS LIKE A PRINCESS WHILE YOU RESEMBLE TRASH. AND I'M WONDERING HOW DID YOU EVEN BELIEVE THAT I LOVED YOU! DUMB PIG!"

At the end there were only his bones left with pieces of meat and a pool of blood. After that I went to my sister and licked her face in the hope that she would open her eyes but it never happened. I shifted back and cuddled her head on my lap . My shoulder shook, my body took over by a heart wrenching cry. My wolf and I both can feel the pain of someone's loss. I know my sister is dead.

She would take care of her sister. Fuck. My girls. My heart fucking hurt for them, and anger was soon replaced by the worst fucking heartbreak I had ever felt. All I could do was scream out in agony and cry my fucking eyes out.

My hand went to my chest, as I tried to hold back my wince of pain, still staring down at his trembling frame around his sister's body. His people also joined him. I only stared at them as I didn't know what to do or say at that moment. After some minutes, they all stopped crying, Albert still panting as he held his sister’s dead body. In that somber tableau, the little girl's presence lingered—an innocent soul lost to the unforgiving hands of fate. Her stillness painted a poignant picture of life's fragility, a stark reminder that even the purest souls could be engulfed by the darkness that sometimes shadows our path. As I stood there, a silent witness to this tragedy, my heart became a rep

I was a terrible brother. I did all this to her, and for what? I felt tears brim in my eyes, and my vision became blurry. These were the only tears I had cried ever since I lost my sister. "Princess, I am so sorry..."