Subaru Cries Novels & Stories

he pointed at the car beside them and handed her the keys. Staring at the Subaru WRX STI Cassandra's eye stung, she wasn't a fan of fast cars and the car looked ugly to her. Blinking away her tears and smiling she said, "it's, it's fine, I will thank Mr. Storm when I see him again."

He cries whenever he feels sad and feels better afterward. That was the reason why now, he locked himself in his car and cried harder. His eyes were becoming puffy. After crying his eyes out until he felt better, Marcel drove his car back to the hotel outside the town and slumped on the bed. Just then, his phone rang. “Yes?” He asked as he picked up the call. It was his assistant, Hardy. “Boss,” he cried loudly.”

He was gripping the steering wheel of the vibrating car with a look of pure physical pain. "Are you okay, Marcus?" Seraphina asked, unable to suppress a giggle as the car let out a loud, metallic clank over a speed bump. "This vehicle is an affront to engineering, Miss Fairchild," Marcus grumbled, checking the cracked side mirror. "If the Sovereign saw the suspension on this... thing, he’d have the entire motor pool executed."

As he kept driving at high speed, I gave up yelling as I could no longer control my emotions as fear overthrown me, and tears gathered in my eyes. "Please, please stop." I cried out. "You're scaring me, I don't want to die." I gently subbed, the plea was more like a whisper to myself because I'm not sure if he was going to listen to me anyway. I couldn't control myself as I kept subbing. After a while, it felt like the car was about to stop. I tried catching my breath as I avoided looking at Alessandro. I would rather not look into those devil's eyes.

Arthur quickly signaled, made a smooth U-turn, and drew up alongside it, his tires crunching softly against the gravel shoulder. A wave of profound relief washed over him. They’re safe. Both of them. He exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and killed the engine. Crissy lowered her window. The moment Arthur saw her face, the relief shattered. Her usually bright and composed features were twisted in raw misery. Tears streamed down her cheeks, smudging what remained of her makeup. Her eyes were red and swollen, her lips trembling. She looked utterly broken. “Crissy… what happened?” Arthur’s voice was thick with alarm as he leaned across the gap between the cars. “Why are you

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

Feeling tears rapidly gather in my eyes and spill all over my cheeks I finally let myself fall, rather dully collapsing on my knees, but not before letting out an equally frustrated and sorrowful cry. “Fuuuck!”

Tires squealed on the pavement. Sophia stood there stunned, mouth open. “Marcus!” she screamed after the car. Her voice echoed down the street. She pulled out her phone, fumbling with it, then waved down the first cab she saw. “Follow that car!” she told the driver as she climbed in, still breathing hard with rage.

His eyes widened when he saw a cliff from afar. “Fuck! Fuck!! Holy Mary. Please come to my rescue!” He screamed out. He kept matching the brake but still, it wasn’t working. He shut his eyes tightly as the car fall down the cliff.

"I don't even know what I'm doing anymore." Sebastian, having held up his walls for months, finally lets them crash down. He begins to cry; he begins to weep. At first, he's too proud to let me see him cry, so he covers his eyes with his hand as the pained sounds escape his chest. All I can manage to do is sit next to him and let him cry. But I want to do more. I need to do more.