Subaru Crying Novels & Stories

Again, it's falling according to my parent's plans. Why does it always fall according to their plan? It's very annoying. Tears fell from my eyes and I bit my lips to hold it in. A sob escaped my lips and I immediately slapped my hand to my mouth. Through my glazy gaze, I saw the man look at me with a raised brow. God, now I'm messing his car up with my useless cries. "Sorry for wasting your time," I choked out and without waiting for a reply, I slid out of the car.

As Xavia spoke, her eyes were moist and two lines of tears started rolling down her cheeks. She choked up, feeling upset. “Sob. Sob. Grandma, I feel so sad when I mention it now. How could my husband backstab me at that time? How could he be so cruel to me? Sob. Sob. My heart hurts so much…” The sobbing, the sorrowful look, the aggrieved expression on her face looked so pitiful that it made people feel really heartbroken for her.

“I was so stupid that I lost what made me happy.” I rapidly hugged her as her grip on my back tightened. “it’s okay,” “I am sorry Siren,” she cried. “It okay,” wiping her tears. “I don’t want to lose you every again,” “You won’t I promise,” A smile appeared on her face while tears flooded down her cheeks.

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

3rd Person's POV Flowers were thrown left and right as the coffin slowly goes down the ground. Sound of sobs, weeps, and loud cries are heard around. Gabbie is holding her mother who cannot be calmed as she is draining herself with her nonstop tears coming out. Gabbie was sitting silently as she stare at nowhere. She cannot even realize that her tears are flowing on their own and wetting her cheeks. She doesn't understand any of the happenings. It was too fast and she can't ride on it. She must be walking too slow.

The driver who had noticed me crying since, stared at me through the center mirror. When I noticed how his gaze was fixed on me, I hissed. "Stop staring at me and instead focus on the road. I wouldn't be responsible for any accident " He harrumphed and adjusted his cap. "I am sorry for staring. It is just that it had been a while since I saw someone crying like this in the car and I can't help but be pitiful towards you. Your crying in the car reminds me of when I met my late wife, she was crying in the cab too, and seeing you reminds me of her. I don't know the reason why you are crying but please have it in the back of your mind that things are going to be fine "

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!”

SKY I sat in my car crying like there was no tomorrow. A deep, ugly sob that shook my whole body, the kind that leaves you hollow afterward. I had driven right up to my building, parked crooked in the visitor spot, and now I couldn’t move. Couldn’t face the door, the tears kept coming, hot and relentless, blurring the dashboard lights into smears I wiped my sleeve across my face and grabbed my phone stupid, self-destructive instinct only to go through my feed.

"Aunt Sabrina, I've never seen you cry. You're a woman who doesn't cry even when you are going through fire and water. You're the iron lady in my heart. How come you're crying?" Sabrina looked at her niece with annoyance. "You silly child. You don't know this but everyone in the world has very active tear glands. It's just that many people are in circumstances that allow them to cry. However, some people are just not in the position to cry. When I was going through fire and water back then, I basically didn't cry, but what was the reason for that? Because it's useless to cry. Because there's no time to cry. If I had taken even a little bit of time to cry, I might have died while going throug

“Carrie, іt’ѕ оk. I’m driving, whеrе are you?” I ѕtаrt ѕоbbіng оn the рhоnе. I wіѕh I соuld pull it tоgеthеr. I can’t. Mу tears аrе thе ѕnоttу type of сrуіng that lеаvеѕ уоur face red аnd уоur еуеѕ swollen.