Stories That Will Make You Cry Novels & Stories

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

My throat runs dry and a lump starts to appear, I know it’ll lead to nothing but tears so I try my best to push it down. I will not cry. —*

The weight of my past mistakes and betrayals bore down on me, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was beyond redemption. As I cried, the tears streaming down my face, I felt like I was releasing not just my emotions, but a part of myself. The old woman watched me, her eyes filled with compassion and understanding. She didn't try to stop me or tell me to be strong. Instead, she let me cry, letting me release all the pent-up emotions that had been building up inside me for so long.

I let myself cry until the weight on my chest eased a bit. Crying would make me feel better, but I reminded myself it would be the last time I’d ever cry again. Bad things happened to me all at the same time, and I needed to release the stress I’d been keeping within me for weeks. I cried because Mom's gone, Celine's gone, my house is gone, and now Grey would be gone from my life too.

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.

"Even though my world is falling apart, I'd still want to make sure yours isn't, okay?" "Until then, let yourself feel. Let yourself be...human. Fuck the society. We're going to bring back your humanity, okay? Whoever said men shouldn't cry can go to hell," Jackson laughed, his shoulders shaking. I nodded, allowing a small smile. "When we're born, crying is the first thing we do. Crying symbolizes...pain, joy, a...feeling. It's... Crying is how your body speaks when your mouth cannot explain the pain anymore,"

It's hard to separate the water of the eyes from the water of the waterfall, especially when you cry into it. Even with all the many things that have brought me some laughter and joy, my heart still aches for my mom. I miss her every day, and each day I wake, I have to relive the fact that I have to live another day without her. Some days, I don't want to leave my bed, but no one allows me to stay to myself. I'm grateful, but I'd also like to grieve. That's why I cry at the waterfall. No one can ask if I was crying if all of me is wet.

" I fall in love with you anew everyday . Every single day something you do makes my heart ache for your love , even though I know I abready have You are my soulmate , the love of my life , and partner but everything I have ever wanted in a gotten . each other My only wishes in this world are to spend every second with you in this life , and enjoy every second of it by traveling , having babies , growing a family , making . happys and more . I want to keep writing out crazy beautiful love story , and fill the pages up with wonderful things . So Jonah , be mine forever , so I can always write our story . My darling , my love . My Kenny. . I want to cry. I want to fucking cry. I say to the moo

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

I suddenly remembered what my Mommy told me before. ‘A woman should never cry over a man. Because real man won’t make you cry, if that man loves you he won’t make you cry. If you’re going to cry, it’s not because he hurt you, it’s because he made you happy and that’s what they called tears of joy.’