Subaru Crying Novels & Stories

After getting in the car, Susan called Sunny crying and told her everything. After a long period of silence, Sunny said coldly, “You are crying like this now. When Joshua comes to you, are you going to cry even louder?” Listening to the sarcasm in her mother’s voice, Susan was terrified. "Really? Joshua will come to me to handle this?"

It was France—and he’s crying. Fuck.

"I should have never said yes to this. I could have been home, with my dog, and my sorrow over Hudson and Alejandra being the sorry pieces of shit they are. Those would have been the worst of my woes. Not being stuck out here." And then suddenly, I'm crying. Again. This is the most I've cried in a week in my whole life, and I hate it; I've always hated crying, and refrain from doing so at all costs. But the tears pool in my eyes and flow gently down my cheek on their own, and I do nothing to stop them. I'm not sobbing, thankfully, but it's a modest cry—the type of cry that's silent and easily dismissible. The frustrated cry, perhaps. The cry that accumulates after going through a lot. Two te

Travian croaked, his voice shredded into a rasp that barely scraped past his throat. Soren’s chest shook with a wet, broken laugh, though it came out strangled. He swiped his sleeve across his face with rough impatience, as if the act alone could wipe away the truth, though the tears only came heavier. “Of course I’m crying, you idiot. Look at you. You could’ve—” His words broke, jagged in his throat. He clenched his teeth, but the wall he had fought to hold crumbled, and the dam burst. His shoulders convulsed, his breath ragged with sobs. “You could’ve died, Trav. You almost died… because of me.”

The armored car jolted forward, tires screaming, and found another path, a crumbling footpath barely wide enough for a donkey cart. Adam didn’t hesitate. We followed, It felt like a nightmare. The car lurched and bucked, the suspension groaning. I lost count of how many times I hit my head or elbow. Richard’s taillights were a demonic glow in the dust. Adam was swearing non-stop now. I started crying. I didn’t even realize it at first. My tears just leaked out, mixing with the dust on my cheeks. I wasn’t crying for myself. I was crying for him.

The driver seemed to contact Mr Sam and then started the car. In the car Eve held Allan's shoulder anxiously. "Eve...d-cold..." Allan said softly with his eyes closed. Eve held back her tears, seeing Allan's condition. She pulled Allan into her arms and rested Allan's head on her chest. "I'm here. Hang in there...we'll get home and you'll be fine!" Eve exclaimed through her sobs. Her tears fell down her cheeks without her asking and onto Allan's face. Allan looked up and stared at Eve's crying face, "Eve are you crying? Don't cry Baby... I'm fine!" Allan felt Eve's smooth cheeks where there were tears.

The car responded with a pathetic clicking sound. I laughed, even though nothing was funny. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said through gritted teeth. My grip tightened around the steering wheel and I stayed in that position for a while. I had no idea when tears started falling from my eyes. I used that opportunity to cry about everything that had been going wrong in my life. After a while, I wiped at my face but the tears kept coming. My shoulders shook as I let everything spill out — the frustration, the fear, the exhaustion.

"Why... why did he cry?" "I don’t know," Ted shrugged, his hands open in helplessness, though his voice carried a deep compassion. "He was all alone in that basement room, holding your photo, crying like he couldn’t stop. I saw him the day before yesterday, crying the whole day. Yesterday, he wore sunglasses so I wouldn’t see how swollen his eyes were, but I still heard him. You know, hearing that... even I, as his subordinate, couldn’t help but feel heartbroken."

I got into the car and immediately I closed the door, the tears rolled down my eyes. I closed my eyes, as the scene replayed in my head over again. The smirk on her face, and the way she ran her hand over his arm. Fuck. But what exactly is wrong with me? Why am I crying this way? In less than two minutes, Damon opened the car and he slid in. Immediately I wiped the tears from my eyes while swallowing the sobs that threatened to escape from me. "You don't have to hide your tears away from me sweet girl, Moreover you have no reason to cry" Damon started, placing his hands on the steering wheel.

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.