Sister Poems That Make You Cry Short Novels & Stories

"If I could take all the pain she is feeling right now I would gladly accept it with open arms. I can't imagine what bad things happened to her and why she had fear and trauma, I can't imagine how she cries for help every time she is having nightmares. If only I could take everything, I would take it so that Kiara will have a quiet and normal life. I-it's hard... it's so hard to decide to put her in that fucking place with other people. It's painful to hear my sister's voice who is crying and begging for me not to leave her, but.. but nothing I can do, I have no other choice because I know that's the only way for her to recover," "It was hard, it was so painful and it's killing me every day

Now she was gone, and she wasn’t coming back. I was in intense pain, my heart constantly aching at the thought of her. The thought of Lazzaro fucking that woman wasn’t even helping matters. My heart clenched in pain, a knot tying in my stomach. Damn. I was grieving my sister. These thoughts were not supposed to cross my mind at all. I was not supposed to feel this jealous. My mind was a mess right now, and I couldn’t process my thoughts. I kept crying and crying until I eventually passed out.

"Eve?" Gentle arms shook me out of my dark thoughts and I was enveloped in a cocoon of warmth. It was only then that I realised I'd been crying. Soon, my sobs turned hysterical as I remembered the hurt in my sister's eyes that day when I failed to recognize her. The memory gates opened and everything following that incident came crashing down on my brain like sea waves in a storm surge.

I still cannot see his face, but I know he is looking at me. "What stopped you?" he asks. I think about it. I could give him a clean answer. Something about family, and about duty. Something that sounds like the right thing to say. I keep thinking about the way her voice cracked when she said Sailyn's name. My mother, who has never cracked at anything. "I kept thinking about her," I sighed deeply, “She is my sister, I have to help her. Even though I feel trapped.” “Trapped?”

She pressed frantic kisses over Daniela’s hair and forehead. “Oh my God… oh my God…” Both of them broke down crying. But her sister cried harder than before. It was the kind of cry that came from deep inside, a cry that only surfaced when someone you truly love was hurt. Between sobs, Daniela began telling her everything. Every trembling memory. Her sister listened without interrupting, holding her the entire time. Watching them stirred something deep inside me, a quiet ache. I looked at them and found myself wishing, just for a moment, that I had a sister too.

"I won't be the one to come between you two, I don't want to be hated by my sister and especially have that unborn child hate me for breaking its parents up." Daniel separated my hands from my face and cupped my cheeks, lifting my face so I was looking up at him, he wiped my tears with a sigh . "Jennifer, I'm not going to be able to get over you, not anytime soon..." I moved my face from his hands and turned to look at the side, not wanting to meet his gaze. "We should go back home, we are in someone's yard. Daniel, what we feel for each other is nothing but sexual attraction, which we can get from just about anybody, you focus on my sister and raise your new family." I looked up at him one

" it hurts so much. Seeing her like this, so fragile and distant... It's unbearable. She's always been so full of life." Sister Mary's touch held a silent understanding, a bridge between Kiara's anguish and the inexplicable ways of the universe. The rain outside was both a reminder of the world's unpredictability and a promise of renewal. It mirrored Kiara's inner tempest and the resilience she was finding within herself. The room felt like a sanctuary within the storm, a haven where grief was not silenced but shared. As the raindrops painted intricate patterns on the windowpane, Sister Mary's presence became a portrait of empathy, her embrace a refuge for a heart battered by life's tempests

I am a son and a brother and the most heartbreaking thing is to see your mother or sister getting wasted in a lousy bar. "Are you okay?" I turned her around to face me. She nodded and wiped the tears streaming down her eyes hastily "Do you want a hug?" "Why are you doing this?" She sobbed. "Because I have a sister and you seem her age.I would never allow her to get wasted in a bar or crying like you are..." She wasn't dazzling, intoxicating or breathtaking.She was just simple.I doubt if. she had make up on.It was the understated kind of beauty.

"Adrian!! No!! Come back!!! Adrian!!!" I dropped to the floor, crying. For a moment a wave of anger crashed over me and with all my might I hit the floor below me. For a whole ten seconds or so, I had a fight with the floor. Then the feelings of failure and emptiness returned. My sister's dead and the love of my life left me alone. 》》Adrian《《 "Adrian no!" More tears raced down my cheeks as I walked away. "Adrian!! No!!" I started running as my heart cracked and more and more tears raced down my cheeks.