Solo Quedan Las Ganas De Llorar Novels & Stories

He looked me in the eye and shook his head. "Nothing. Go to sleep, why are you still awake? I told you to take care of yourself.. Why aren't you listening?" he asked again annoyed. I sighed. "I'm not sleepy.. I'm thinking about something." I said. "What again?" he said in a flat voice. "I read some quotes on g****e. And I think that suits you?" I promise. He nodded. "Then, share it with me." he said and I immediately followed. "Are all Singles sad? Why are all taken happy?

ELIANA I felt heartbroken. The weight of unrequited feelings and unresolved emotions settled in, making it hard to breathe. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to process the depth of my sorrow. It wasn't just about the end of a role or a chapter in my life; it was about the connection I had felt with him, the longing for something more. The ache within me seemed to echo through every part of my being, a poignant reminder of what could never be.

Is this what you get what you love too much? Does this happen to a lot of people? Or is it just me? I guess I am not destined to love and be loved. To be held, cherished, cared for, is something I will never experience. This sad realization brings another wave of tears to join the dried ones on my puffy cheeks. As the tears roll down, I feel a sting on my cheek. There is probably a tear on my cheeks. That makes me cry harder. I feel sad. I feel empty. I feel lonely.

I wanted to sound furious but it came out a disappointed whisper. "It's funny you can't bear the pain to get a tattoo but you can cut yourself with a blade." he whispered, I froze at first recalling the memories, tears roll down my cheeks. "I wonder.." he hoarsed pulling away from me and met the tears rolling down. "Why are you crying? " he asked, I shake my head trying to brush it off. "If it's nothing you won't be crying." he said like he cared when he didn't. "Stop acting like you care." I yelled letting the tears flow. "You don't know how it feels to be broken and destroyed, you don't care because you don't have feelings, people rather pick inflicting pain on themselves than actually fee

“No. I’m not selling it. And I’m not going back to Barcelona. Not with you. Not to him.” She sat beside me. “You really want to stay here alone?” “Yeah,” I said softly. “Looks like it. He doesn’t want a family. I’m tired of fighting a losing game.” She leaned into me and wrapped her arms around me as the sun dipped toward the horizon, the sky burning orange and purple. We sat there in silence, watching the light fade, and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly alone.

I feel so alone. --------------------

I can't move right, and I'm all alone. I'm so sore, but I gotta pee.

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Sofi murmured silently, tears streaming down her face as she stared blankly ahead. This time, she felt even lonelier than the day her mother passed away. Back then, her grandma and grandpa had been there to comfort her and ease her pain. But now, she was truly alone. Sofia felt a deep ache in her heart as she longed for someone to comfort her. She was all alone, with no one to hold her as she cried. She couldn't help but wonder why everyone she loved always seemed to leave her behind. Her tears fell like raindrops as she silently pleaded with the heavens, asking why she had to endure such loneliness and pain.

The familiar feel of the keys under my fingertips is comforting. Taking a deep breath, I begin to play my second favorite song. Lost Girls. The notes flow effortlessly, each one resonating with the emotions swirling within me. As the melody fills the room, I feel a tear escape and slide down my cheek. This song has always been special to me, a reflection of my journey and my struggles. It carries the weight of my past and the hope of my future. My number one favorite song doesn’t hold hope, but Lost Girls does. Because the rawness in the lyrics and beats, they start out sad, and it only seems like it can only get sadder. Then the chorus towards the end, before the final lines... gives you ho