Sisters Poems That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

"You're right, Dad. Let's just forget about all the pain she caused us, let's ignore the fact that she embarrassed us when we least expected her to. Because she's been through so much, right? Well, what about what we've been through?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I continued, my voice trembling with emotion. "Do you remember all those nights when I cried myself to sleep, wondering why my own sister did something like that to us? Do you remember the loneliness, the heartache that I experienced because she chose to disgrace us?"

“Breathe. Just try to breathe. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” It wasn’t okay. It was spreading, the cold, hard feeling, cracking through me. The Blue Moon was laughing. I couldn’t fight it. The fight was gone. All that was left was the cold, and the crushing truth, and the warmth of the man holding me. A sob broke loose. Then another. Silent, shaking things I couldn’t control. Hot tears tracked through the damp on my cheeks. I cried for my sisters. For my parents. For the heart I traded away. For the time I didn’t have. I hadn’t cried in fifteen years.

But the fear lingered, whispering doubts and planting seeds of guilt within my mind. As the tears continued to fall, I realized that I was not only shedding tears for myself but also for my sister. I mourned the loss of her dreams and the shattered bond between us. I yearned for her to wake up, to find solace in knowing that I had fought against this marriage with every fiber of my being.

She should have thought of it immediately. Noticing her protégé’s embarrassment and feeling bad about her burst of temper, Freya apologized. “I’m not accustomed to working with other witches. Add that to the short fuse I’m still learning to keep under control and there you have it.” When Davina smiled her acceptance of Freya’s apology, the witch from dystopian times continued. “You and I are more alike than you realize. I too had a twin sister, born under the same circumstances.”

Vanessa treated her as her sister. Vanessa chuckled while messing with her hair,"Just let those sadness flow by your tears, just cry until you can't anymore. Crying is also part of being a human, if you can't cry then you are weak, if you cry then you are strong. Strong enough to break down after all those heavy burdens, sadness nd loneliness that you are carrying. So, at least by crying, those burdens will also fall like your tears. Then one day, you can smile in relief and said 'Ah... cry does really make someone strong, look at me now... I'm unbeatable when it comes to those burden, I became strong because of these' Cry until you can't anymore. You older sister will always here as your cr

We have yet to bury Moren— and now we stand gathered around Elarion’s grave. “Light,” I call softly. “How are you?” But the silence holds still, too heavy to breathe through. I know I promised I wouldn’t cry again until this is over— but after losing my sister so suddenly, I no longer know how to stop. I lower myself beside the grave, laying flat against the earth. Tears run wild, soaking the soil until it feels as if I’ll melt into it forever. ☾ ✦ ☽ “Take me to Eira’s grave,” I say, lifting my head.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.