Subaru Crying Novels & Stories

Three drops Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably Years of pain, humiliation, loneliness, and suffering burst out all at once Matteo immediately panicked "Hey" He moved closer "Why are you crying?" Myra didn’t answer. The tears refused to stop Matteo became even more flustered "Did I say something wrong? Did I scare you?" Myra only cried harder. Matteo ran a hand through his hair. For someone who could command an entire kingdom without blinking, dealing with one crying woman was proving impossible

I feel this little bubble of happiness forming in my chest, and for once, I let myself enjoy it. As I approach the parking lot, I hear the sound of someone crying. I look up, and there she is — Presley, standing next to her car with Tamrin and Sadie. She’s crying hysterically, her shoulders shaking with every sob. Tamrin’s arm is around her, trying to comfort her, while Sadie looks awkward and unsure, glancing around like she doesn’t want to be there.

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."

I felt a pang of hurt hearing his cry's but shrugged it off. "Mommy....Mommy" he cried. I tightly closed my eyes and reopened them, getting into my car. I took off my sunglasses and restarted my car. I took a last glance at the park and saw the kid with red eyes and tears falling out of his eyes, his arms reaching out for me as he cried madly while Atlas tried to calm him down.

A cab driver who nearly ran into Eve screamed at her with a horn. "I'm sorry" Eve managed to say and walked away from the highway. She wanted to scream but felt as if her voice couldn't be heard. Eve moved to a corner and rested her back on the wall at the corner she stood, a few meters away from the office building as tears kept flowing down her cheeks. She quickly wiped her eyes and stopped a cab. My life is ruined Eve thought and stepped into the cab. She rested her back on the seat and shut her eyes. She withheld her tears and bit her lower lip. If she was going to cry then it wouldn't be in front of the driver.

he and Steven shared a look. “You might want to wipe your face man, that is not a good look on you.” I touched my face and it was wet. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath getting out of the car. I looked up trying to stop the tears from coming out. I had no realized I was crying until they pointed it out. my heard ached for my mate.

LUTHER I can't believe that I cried in front of this asshole, and explained to him that my mom's car is not just an old piece of junk to be insulted, but a sturdy girl that has been through hell and back with us. He blinks at me from the driver's seat while I bawl my eyes out, and gosh, it's the most embarrassing thing in the world. “Wow, I totally understand what you are going through,” he scratches his eyebrow.

My legs move fast, running out to the parking lot, where the world finally stops watching. It's empty and quiet. The sob finally rips out of my throat. Then another. And another. Until I’m leaning against the hood of someone’s car, shaking, crying harder than I have in years. Ugly, aching sobs that make my chest hurt. I feel pathetic, discarded, played. Then, the headlights of the car I'm crying on brightens up. It's a black Mercedes Benz, probably worth more than my entire existence. I know the jackass who owns this.

Jason expressed firmly. Cara sucked her teeth and looked out the window. She shook her head and tears of frustration began to stream down her cheeks. Her right leg began to bounce, causing the entire car to move. Cara swiped her tongue over her teeth, while her lips remained sealed shut. Her tongue was drowning in liquid salt, and the bulge of tears that puffed in her neck muscles, made Cara feel close to sobbing.

The door slams shut after me and I take a moment to allow everything to sink in before starting my car and driving away. The windshield and road beyond it blur as tears fog my vision. I do my best to blink them away. When it becomes impossible to blink the tears away, I pull over along the side of the road and finally allow myself to cry. Tears stream down my face, leaving it feeling hot and sticky. I mourn the loss of my mate and the family I will never get to have.