Taylor Swift Crying Novels & Stories

But so many things had happened. She never got the chance. Just this one love song made Whitney want to cry, not to mention the rest of the ceremony. But she wasn’t normally the type to cry so easily. “Would Caleb cry so bitterly?” Jane raised his phone to record. Janine said, “I’ve never seen him cry like that, but this time his singing wasn’t as good as before—all feeling, no technique, and even choked up.” Everyone teased and waited for Caleb to cry. He sang while walking to Whitney, took her hand, and led her step by step to the center of the stage.

Linda became more confused when he gave her the right side earphone and signalled her to wear it. She did as he said and 'exile' by Taylor Swift started to play. She brought to light that he was doing it to comfort her and to make her relax. They once revealed that they used to listen to music to escape reality and to find peace. And it was indeed soothing and refreshing. But, the lyrics were not. They were heartbreaking. She peeped at Daniel and unluckily he was already looking at her with sorrow. She gulped in order to control her tears. She could not cry. She should not. She fell down in the dumps at that moment. Her tears were screaming to come out.

After what felt like forever, my legs started aching from standing too long. Olivia finally stopped crying and turned around. Her eyes were red and puffy, face blotchy, and lips trembling. She swiped a hand across her cheeks. “I’m such a mess,” she sniffled. I stayed silent, jaw clenched. “I’m sorry…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m so sorry for everything. Who am I to cry or get mad that you are with another woman now? After what I did to you?” She was right. Why the fuck was she crying?

It was the 20th floor, with Fifth Street's traffic streaming far below. Marco burst into tears on the spot. He lunged forward, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the carpet. He kneeled on the spot and repeatedly slapped himself. "I won't say those horrible things anymore, Lina. I'll send Fiora away for good so that she'll never appear before you again." I gave in once I looked at Marco's bruised and swollen face. It seemed like things between us had returned to normal, with him treating me with even greater devotion and care.

I yelled and hit the brakes hard. “Speak to anyone about this, she will die. You will face the consequences, and you know I don’t play around. I don’t joke…” There was silence, and then I heard Ivy’s voice, a muffled whimper. My heart broke. “Taylor, please…” I pleaded. She was trying to be quiet, but I knew she was hurting. “Ivy!” I called out to her. Her whimpers grew louder, and then she cried out aloud. It pierced my heart. “Taylor!” I shouted.

She sobs and I can't help but laugh at her. “Why are you crying?” “Because you used my lyrics.” “I’m sorry if I sued it without asking you. I just--” “Milo I don’t mind.” She tells me with a smile. “It’s just overwhelming to hear that again. Please, finish that song, for me.”

I excused myself to go back to the office "Taylor, stop crying" I said and she cried louder "Are you drunk? It's 10 a.m there and why are you drunk in the morning?" I asked as I got into my car. I put her on bluetooth speaker in the car "I'm not drunk you idiot! YOU TOOK MY V CARD" She cried again and I laughed. Oh my god.. this is hilarious "Taylor.. You wanted me to.. I asked you about this" "But you should have stop" She cried oh boy

He suddenly squeezed his face and I guess he must have noticed the tears I was trying so hard to hold back. He suddenly caressed my cheeks and I slapped them off. I suddenly began crying out loudly even though I knew this wasn't supposed to lead to tears. I just wanted to reduce the load on my chest. "Oh my goodness! Babe, what's happening? Who is making you cry? Talk to me, you have been acting weird since last night and now, you're crying. Baby, please talk to me, you're scaring me. Seeing tears in your eyes brings so much sadness to my heart." Tyler said worriedly as he tried to grab my hands, but I slapped them away.

Two weeks later=====> Taylor's POV A light knock comes to my door and the next moment, the door cracks open and I close my eyes and slowly exhale as the footstep grows close and clench the bedsheets tightly around myself. My eyes strain tightly and feel dry because I've been crying the past hours and I had fallen asleep in the middle of my tears. "Taylor." Comes mom tender voice as she draws closer. "You're not still crying are you?" I shake my head even as though I'm am and I hear her sigh and sits down on the bed. I turn to her and she gasps. "Your eyes are bloody red Taylor. You might get a headache."

Fuck Sky. Tylor's voice was unclear, hoarse. Something I've never heard before. He moved his arms to the shirt I wore and ripped it apart. I yelped. I quickly flew my arms across my chest to cover my very bare breasts immediately regretting not wearing a bra. ''You don't need to cover up for me...'' He grunted. ''Stop...please....'' I sobbed. I was full on crying now. ''Don't worry, I would be gentle.....'' Tylor slurred.