Taylor Swift Crying Novels & Stories

"Richard… I’m in labor. Please come home. Please come home now." He sighed loudly, as if I were an inconvenience. "I’m at work, Ava. I’m busy." Tears stung my eyes. "Richard, I’m in pain. I need you—" "Take a taxi to the hospital," he snapped. "I don’t have time for this please. Like I say I'm busy." I opened my mouth to argue, but then I heard it. A woman’s voice. Soft laughter. My breath caught in my throat, my grip tightening on the phone. "Richard, who—"

All I could do was clutch his portrait and weep until I fainted. I quickly raised my hands to wipe my eyes and said, "I want to marry Eric." Father blinked in surprise. "Are you sure? Weren't you the one shouting as a kid that you'd marry no one but the boy from the Garrisons?" When I nodded frantically through my tears, Father didn't understand why I was crying like this, but he relented. "There, there. I'll talk to Chief Grayson in a couple of days and ask what he thinks, okay? Don't cry, sweetheart."

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.

I enjoyed the view. It took him a minute before I saw how he broke down. Tears started falling down his eyes and he was quietly sobbing, while covering half of his face with one hand. No one can see us in this spot. And Taylor is trying his best not to get attention, and I think its better. “I-I saw this coming but it still--” he cried silently again. “I’m sorry, Taylor. I can’t see us going back to what we were. It was impossible for us now.”

The tears were a release, a cathartic outpouring of all the feelings he had suppressed for so long. Taylor closed his eyes, his heart still racing from the intensity of his run. The memories of their friendship and the years of separation collided within him, creating a whirlwind of emotions that left him both raw and relieved. He had cried for D'Andre, for their lost time, for the weight of unspoken words that had burdened him.

Amber said as Taylor's eyes watered and the tears threatened to fall. "B-but you don't even know me I-i- mean how c-can you even give me these I tried to kill you and I ate your food and slept on your couch I didn't like the play too" Taylor cried as she started saying nonsense and talking about unrelated things, Amber had tears in her eyes even though she tried to act like she wasn't affected, sniffling she grabbed Taylor's hands in her own tiny palm.

His words were simple, but like I was the past few days, it made my eyes sting. “Oh, sweetie,” Maverick said, handing a tissue to me. “See, you made her cry.” Markus frowned, grabbing the tissue from Maverick and wiping my eyes. His voice was soft, “Why are you crying?” “An album?” Looking up at him, I wipe the traitorous tears that rolled on my cheeks with the back of my hand. I croak, my voice trembling as I sniffed. “You’re making an album.”

Tears spill down his cheeks, unbidden and unstoppable. Dawn freezes, her eyes widening. She’s never seen him cry before. The sight of his tears leaves her speechless and off-balance. “Wh-what? Why are you crying?” she stammers, panic rising in her chest. “I… I didn’t mean—” “Stop yelling,” he chokes out, his voice breaking. “Or I’ll cry even more.” She takes a shaky breath, her own tears threatening to fall. “Travis, stop it. If you cry, I’ll cry too!”

Tyler wiped my tears saying, "Crybaby. How long did you cry to make your eyes red like that?" I couldn't respond. He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm glad" he mumbled, closing them again. "Don't cry. I like when you cry for me but it hurts too much." "Tyler," my voice cracked again. I tried wiping my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. "Tyler, I have something to say… but please listen carefully..." I took a deep breath trying to keep the tears from flowing freely again. I swallowed hard and forced myself to continue. "Tyler..." My lips trembled with every word. I knew if I didn't finish it, I never would. I took a shuddering breath before speaking again.

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —