Taylor Swift Crying Novels & Stories

The rhythm of his steps grows louder, faster. “Please,” I plead again, my voice cracking. “Please don’t—” His hand catches my wrist, firm but gentle, pulling me back. I twist, and suddenly I’m facing him. He freezes. His eyes widen the moment he sees my face. “What… what’s making you cry?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper, shaken. I try to speak, but the words won’t come. They choke somewhere in my throat. The tears spill before I can stop them—hot, helpless.

“Sel, are you crying?” I sniffled, wiping a stray curl away from my face. Now that I saw myself on the screen, I realized how pathetic I looked. My eyes were puffy and red, mascara smudged streaks of tears dried on my cheek, leaving black lines behind. My nose was red and swollen and my hair was a mess. “No,” I said, my voice cracking helplessly on the word. “Aww, baby,” she cooed, eyes softening. “What happened? Who do you want me to hurt? Because you know I’ll fly there and end the assholes who made you cry.”

“What happened?” Jessie sniffed and accepted the tissue Taylor offered. She wiped her nose, then looked at her friend. “Take your time,” Taylor said gently. Jessie nodded, fighting back another wave of tears. "You can let it out, Jessica. Gosh! You don't have to be perfect in front of me. Okay? It is okay to cry when you feel sad." “I told him everything… but he blamed you. He got so angry, Taylor. You should have seen him yourself. I’ve never seen him like that before. Eight years… just gone.”

I didn’t even realize I was shaking until I noticed how tight my fists had curled at my sides. And then, silence. It took me a second to notice. His breathing was uneven, his eyes glossy, his lips parted but no sound coming out. And then I saw them. Tears. Falling quietly, one after another, down his face. I blinked, stunned. Taylor never cried. He was the kind of person who laughed when he was hurting, who cracked jokes to keep the world from seeing his pain. Seeing tears on his face felt wrong, like the world had tilted sideways.

Nicola Taylor Cole looked bewildered, his hand hovering uncertainly over her shoulder. “Woah, why are you crying?” he asked, genuinely puzzled. “Because—” She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. “It’s just… I can’t believe something could have happened to you, and I would never have seen you again or heard your voice again.”

Chandler exclaimed and thus, we all laughed at her. "Oh right, my singleness," I whispered before chugging my beer once more. Another Taylor Swift song was playing and the girls are now quiet. I pushed myself deeper on the couch and and wiped the tears falling down my face. They just looked at me, sincerely smiling and respecting my silence. They knew I needed this.

they chorused, scurrying away. "What's wrong?" Tyler asked, looking up to her. The girls had barely left and she was already trying to blink back the tears. "It's nothing my love," she sniffed and blinked harder, wiping her eyes. "Then why are you crying?" "I'm not," she defended. "It's just-" She sighed, what exactly was she trying to do here? "It's just life my love. Life happens and sometimes it just hurts so bad..." She broke down this time and the tears came in large, beady drops.

Wyatt would never say that to his family. "Do you have any idea what she was doing at his house?" he asked "I don't but she looked like she was ready to kill us" she answered in between sobs. Marco wanted to push her away. Taylor’s dramatic nature was another thing he had to deal with. She cried at the slightest things and lied so easily. "I'm sorry babe" he said with distaste, patting her back lightly. He made a mental note to find out what was going on between Ruby and Nate.

What is wrong with me? She bursts into tears. The strongest girl I know is crying in front of me. I sit up immediately and wrap my arms around her, giving her a tight hug. Then before I can stop myself, j begin to cry too. I cry for her. I cry for me. I cry for the other people in this world that are going through this kind if pain. I cry for how shitty life can be. . *. *. *. *. * Stefani hadnt elaborated or told me how she had found out her parent aren’t hers.

I thought I could handle this better… –Hey Tater tot. I hope you know, regardless of everything, I still love you.-- Tears well in my eyes and I peek out the window, trying to hide it from my family. I’ve only cried in the dark or shower, keeping my tears even from myself the best I can. But this text…fuck it feels amazing and awful at the same time. My phone rings and I sniffle, dabbing at my eyes, alerting no one that I am silently falling apart, and answer the phone.