Tanjiro Cry Novels & Stories

Physically weakened, he found himself unable to revert to his human form, even if he mustered the strength to try. Struggling to maintain composure, Tricc whispered a plea that pierced the air. "Please," he managed with a broken sob. "I can't bear this pain anymore," he whispered, his voice filled with anguish. Every muscle in his body tensed with pain as if something inside him was squeezing relentlessly. His skin felt ablaze. "I need him," he choked out, his eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to hold back tears. Tricc's anguished confession hung heavy in the air. Meeting his brothers' glances, he glimpsed the turmoil reflected in their own crimson eyes, their trembling skin, and uns

"Jeeezzz… Huh? Death...? I don't get it Joey. What do you mean by 'death'?" "You won't understand." "Then make me to, because you're scaring me right now!" "I know Cilia, and I'm sorry about that. But, you don't have to be scared!" He screamed and paused. The room became extremely cold. I saw tears like blood dripping from his eyes, running down his cheeks, but none was touching the ground. I screamed and shut my eyes tightly, as I realized my eyes were wet with tears. "Cilia...!"

All the fictional men were sick of me. Tear drops rolled out of my eyes. I couldn’t stop them. I was ready to roar-cry with the undeads. “W-W-Why are you crying?” Alphonse paled. “You shouldn’t be crying.” It made it worse. My tolerance was over. I cried. “No, shit.” He wiped the tears away from my cheeks. His fingers were warm, but his pupils were quivering uneasily. “You shouldn’t cry. I would be in trouble if --”

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

" No, don't let the dark aura eat you alive, learn to rest not to quit, learn to love yourself, trust yourself, I will be here, my sister and I will always stay on your side, Joash, these are just obstacles that will challenge your strength as a person, learn to fight for it, learn to trust everything, days and nights you will suffer, depression will catch you up even in your dreams it will follow you, you'll get drunk of those thoughts, you'll get scared and you'll get weaker, but as long as you trust and love yourself, I'm sure you'll survive, stay strong, " I carried him through my arms and brought him inside his room, he is still crying. Someone told me that crying is a sign that you are

Tight and secure. "Hey, I'm sorry," I said, and my tears were already cascading down to my cheeks. I hugged him tight as I slowly pulled him back away until the level of the water was on our hips. "I'm really really sorry," I cried out loud, letting my emotions resonate. I don't have any exact idea why I'm crying right now, and this is the first time that I cried since my terrible toothache back in seventh grade. I've been a tough person since. "Hey, why are you crying?" Valentine turned to face me. He was smiling radiantly to me, and I know he's hurt even when my sight is a little bit blurry. He cupped my face and wiped my tears with both of his thumbs. "I.....I'm just afraid."

Liora’s POV I genuinely did not know what to do. One second Tristan had been standing there arguing with me with that irritating smugness of his, and the next, he was crying. Actually crying. Not fake tears. I stood frozen near the bed while he turned his face away sharply, his shoulders tense like he hated the fact that I had seen him like this. “You’re crying,” I said quietly again, still stunned. “Don’t say it like that,” he snapped weakly.

He holds up his hands again, his palms to me. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just... What I did... He... Shit, Tina. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I wouldn't ever... Fuck. It kills me that I hurt you." He stops, breaking into sobs. His shoulders heave with their force. I've never seen him cry. Never once have I seen Cielo Ricci even remotely close to tears.

He reached for my hand, but I jerked it away. “Don't,” I snapped. He forcefully gripped my hand, his eyes scrutinizing my palms as he inspected the part where the broken piece had cut. “Let me get this disinfected and—” the words died on his lips as I pulled my hands from his hold. “What are we?” I demanded, cutting him off before he could complete his statement. His eyes narrowed, and his worried expression contorted into a grimace. In a cold deep tone, “What do you mean?” He asked, finally letting go of his hold on my hands.

a familiar voice yelled in agony. “Jin?” I asked between tears shifting my eyes to the child who had been lying on the corner who I was sure was dead. He was slowly getting up as the rats which had covered some part of his body scattered off him. His lively, bright eyes had turned dull, almost like mine. “I’m sorry” I cried. “I’m so sorry, sorry” “NO!” he yelled in anger, causing the whole room to shake. I rapidly covered my ears still in tears. “I’m sorry!”