Smg4 Crying Novels & Stories

By the time she reached the place where she couldn’t be seen, she dropped down to her knees and buried her face between her legs and cried out loud. It's hurt… A man approached Megan out of nowhere, he watched her cry with an indifferent look on his face, then, he came closer to her and put on a calm smile “Hello…Student, why’re you crying? Don't cry and stand up. You’re so beautiful and shouldn't be crying in the middle of the road. Besides,” The man paused, then threw a glance at the place where Megan had come out from, then curled his lips before returning his gaze to Megan who had raised her head.

I snuggled up with my knees to my chest and opened the bag. I tried to concentrate on the episode of FRIENDS that was playing. The show always has a way of cheering me up but lately, not much could. I turned the TV off. I wasn't paying any attention to it anyway. I just sat there, listening to the rain outside. I hadn't even noticed that I was crying until a tear dropped on the bag in my lap. When I tried to stop them, it only caused more to fall. I felt so fucking pathetic.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

At my back was Mr Smith and Bryan who just wore a frown. " Dad, I can never forget you" I cried I turned around placing my head's ok Mr Smith's chest which he just tapped gently on my back to comfort me. I cried so much within a few minutes that my eyes were already pure red and I already had a pale look on my whole body. " You got me here, so stop crying" Mr Smith whispered to my ears as I heard someone clearing his throat in the microphone Making me turn around while cleaning my running nose.

“Please… don’t leave like this. I can’t bear it.” For a moment, I thought he might turn around, but he didn’t. The silence between us was unbearable. I crawled forward, my hands scraping against the floor as tears blurred my vision. “Please… I’m begging you.” My voice cracked, and I felt the weight of my guilt pulling me down even further. “I made a mistake, but you have to believe me. It wasn’t what it looked like.” Tyrone’s shoulders tensed, but he still didn’t turn to face me. That only made the ache in my chest worse.

Margo was crying. I ran over to her, confused about what was happening. Somehow, our fight seemed too trivial to make Margo cry. Not because our friendship wasn’t dear to her, but because she barely cried. We liked to joke that she was born without tear glands. I was the undisputed crybaby of our duo yet my eyes remained dry. I consoled her, placing her head on my shoulder and running my hand down her silky smooth hair, the must-ask question at the tip of my tongue. This must have been how Gavin felt when I suddenly burst into tears in his car yesterday.

Samaira looked at the name that flashed on the phone in disbelief, with trembling hands she picked the Phone and answered it “ Why are you crying?,” His deep voice was heard through the instrument “No, no I'm not crying,” She was surprised at how he knew, she forced herself to muffle her cries There was silence for a long while, only the sounds of their breathing were heard “Samaira,” “Hmm,” her voice had become thick and nasally due to crying

Aira on the other side caressed my hair and wiped my tears with her thumb. "Crying is bad for your baby," Hailey was trying to console me but I couldn't set aside the pain in my heart. "Hailey, help me," I was desperate to end the awful feeling inside but I knew that it'll forever be plastered in my system for the rest of my life. "Hailey I want to leave," I was sobbing in between my words.

I'm even more confused about why I am crying right now. I wasn't expecting Sierra to embrace me, but I felt my hands slowly embracing her back. "I want you to know that it's fine with me if you cry in front of me. Crying is not a sign of weakness; it is a means to express your emotions. It just means that you are strong enough to let go of your joy or despair in the form of tears."

,she sobs. "Mia look at me, she does and the heartache makes me step closer, I want you to beat the bags and scream your pain out. Scream how much you hurt and how angry you are. Trust me raging out on bags in this gym are better than being alone and crying ",she sniffles and hits the bag it barely moves. "Ouch",she holds her hand.