Sonic X Sonic Crying Novels & Stories

she wiped her tears, but more kept rushing. "It’s not yet time to cry because I'm only starting with you." "I will tell my Daddy that you are making my mommy cry!" Adrian pouted his lips, but Sonia only chuckled. "And you think your dad will do anything to me if you tell him? Just snap out of it, boy!" She drank from a glass of wine.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

I break the embrace between us and see the tears on Xavier’s eyes. Xavier is crying right now. I can’t believe the Xavier Dawson, who always wants the people to be under his control, the Xavier Dawson who wants people to cry and see tears on his eyes and becomes so much happy when other people are in pain, is crying right now and it doesn’t suit even a little of tears in his eyes. “Hey! Hey! Why are you crying like that?” I ask him. “Cry? I don’t cry Zara,” he says.

He said in a reprimanding tone but his eyes told me he was just being sarcastic I didn't realized but then my hand immediately came to my cheeks,noticing them wet. When did it happened.I think in panic .But I don't cry easily,I'm used to seeing such situations. I immediately removed wetness from my cheeks almost blushing at my actions. I'm not crying and why would I cry for a jerk like you.Mother Earth would be glad to be free from such maniac. His mouth curved upwards a little. I'm not crying for you its just hospital shifts and all that stuff is stressing me out

"I despise you! " I despise you!" My voice rang out, echoing off the walls of my confinement. As my tears became louder, I lost my footing and fell to the ground. Xavier's eyes pierced me, a mixture of pride and satisfaction glinting in their depths. But instead of moving forward, he turned away, leaving me a shattered mass of emotions on the chilly floor. The silence engulfed us, its presence oppressive and weighty. I continued to cry uncontrollably, no longer bothered with hiding my weakness. Each sob echoed, like a melancholy soundtrack to my broken spirit.

Damon felt tears burn at the back of his eyes, but he refused to let them free. "You've been awfully quiet lately." Xrysos's gentle voice spoke. That voice, low, rough, sexy, and strong, always made Damon's visions twirl. "Your eyes, they are so sad. I can see you trying to hold back tears." Xrysos reached for Damon's face and cupped his delicate cheek. "Is it something I've done?" He gently caresses the beautiful cheeks as his hands slowly go around Damon's face. The breath he'd been holding on for dear life came out in icy cold air, as tears filled his vision before rolling down his cheeks. "Tell me, Mon." Lord Xrysos whispered and Damon whimpered softly.

He took a jagged breath and began to sing. It wasn't a hymn or a battle cry. It was a low, aching melody - a song his mother had sung in the high valleys before the Veil had taken the stars from the sky. It was a song about the smell of rain on dry earth and the weight of a sleeping child. At first, the dissonant screams of the Archive tried to drown him out. The "Sub-Neural" walls shook with the force of the rejection. But Xander poured his own grief into the notes, the raw, bleeding truth of his love for the people in that circle.

Sonia screamed, her voice breaking as she watched her child being led away from her. Vladimir began to cry, his small body shaking with sobs as Victor carried him into the mansion. The sight of her son's tears, the sound of his distress, was more than Sonia could bear. --- Later that evening Sonia stood before a fountain in the center of a public park, her reflection wavering in the rippling water. The bandages covering half her face seemed to glow white in the fading daylight, a stark reminder of everything she had lost. Tears flowed continuously down her cheeks—a river of grief that seemed to have no end.

The sounds of the night were abruptly pierced by a heart-wrenching cry, a sound so filled with agony it seemed to echo through the very trees. There, under the tree, we found Aurora. Her tears glistened like liquid silver under the moon's tender light, each droplet reflecting a world of sorrow. I had never seen her so engulfed in despair. Her cries, raw and painful, resonated within me, momentarily washing away my anger in a tide of empathy. "Why, Xander, why?" she sobbed inconsolably. "Tell me you're still alive, I don’t believe you have died! I won't accept it!"

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.