Taylor Swift Crying Novels & Stories

Dolly was crying in grief, how could they have lost Taylor? “Taylor,” Hot tears spilled out of Nicolas’s eyes at the loss of his son, the pain he felt was second to none. Taylor is dead. *TWO—DAYS LATER* It was Sam and Taylor’s burial. The air was heavy with sadness as friends and family gathered to say their final goodbyes to Sam and Taylor. Mrs. Brown was crying, and the Browns family had gathered to say their final goodbye. Scarlet was inconsolable, her tears flowing freely as she clung to Nicolas for support.

"You can't." Taylor started to cry. At first he thought he could do it. A few tears fell, he had to calm her down, lead her back to her mother, and still be an adult through this whole thing. But then she opened her mouth and cried out while tears kept running down her smooth, rosy cheeks. Her lips trembled and it looked so pitiful that Eric couldn't take it anymore. After begging her not to cry but she continued, he had to do the only thing he could.

I snapped in a hoarse voice. "Sarah… please look at me…" Troy moved closer. He tried to see my face. "Go away. Don't come near!" I pushed his body away without looking at him. But he seemed to have seen my tear-streaked face. "You're… crying? Why are you crying?" Troy's voice sounded panicked. Caught crying, I grabbed a tissue and wiped my tears. "Sorry for making you cry. Are you thinking about Albert?" he asked, panicked. ‘Oh my gosh! Did he just say I was crying because I was thinking about Albert? But I couldn't tell him I was crying because of what he said earlier.’

''Please don't cry; I'm so sorry.” Tylor beseeched, closing the gap between them; he enveloped her in a hug. Tristin cried in his arms. ''I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” She cried, her hands gripping his shirt tightly.

When I glance around a few moments later, Taylor has disappeared. With a curse, I feel the tears start to make their way down my face. I try to wipe them away with angry swipes, but still, they continue to fall. Frustrated and hurt, I throw myself back into my work, mindless that I still haven’t eaten, in an effort to push aside my misery.

Lyla practically sprinted back to her room, her steps unsteady, heart pounding with emotions she couldn’t calm. The moment she slammed the door shut, her bottled-up feelings surged forward. She collapsed onto the bed, burying her face deep into the pillows, and the tears came, silent but relentless, soaking through the fabric. She cried as if she could expel all the pain and confusion that had built up over the past few days.

All this guilt and pain and torture that is building up every single time I spend time with you. I'm trying really hard to stop my tears from falling by biting my inner cheeks. I'm trying my best not to cry because that would be embarrassing. I don’t want him or anyone else to think that I am getting sympathy from him for being a single mother. But suddenly I feel my tears falling. No. Don't fall. Stop. Don't cry. Damn tears! "Hey." Hugo coos and thumbs my tears away. I pull myself away from him and wiped my own tears with the back of my hand. "Shit I'm sorry." I keep wiping my tears as I lowered my head. "You shouldn't be seeing me like this. Sorry."

she yelled, her hands cupping my face gently as she questioned. It felt itchy against my skin, and I could feel it creeping up my skin bit by bit, even when I tried to act all right. Act tough as it settled out; I was unable to when it slammed hard. My hands slammed against my chest gently, as I searched for Max while holding her hands. I couldn't let her go, not now, nor let her face the paparazzi alone. Crystals snaked down her cheek, and it pierced me. Every single drop hurt me. "I don't want you crying when it isn't in bed," my voice came out in whispers as I said to her when she muffled in her tears

And overwhelmed, I couldn't stop myself from sniffling. I wiped tears flowing because I am tired of being weak in front of him, but those damn tears won't just stop. Furiously, I wiped my cheeks again and again, and when still my crying didn't stop, I hid my face behind my palms. And started sobbing. I was in between being the crybaby when I felt Stefani, hold me from the waist, and one tog I was on his lap. Straddling him. But instead of looking at him, I kept my face hidden behind my hands.

She always did. My hands moved instinctively and wrapped around her. “It's okay.” She rubbed her face against my chest as she sobbed. “I'm so sorry.” Each sob tore something in me. I hated her sometimes but seeing her right now crying because of me, made me want to rip my heart out. I just made Caden cry. I didn't want to make her too. “Stop crying. I'm fine.” I told her with a smile. When I noticed she wasn't stopping anytime soon, I cleared my throat and yelled. “Isn't that BTS?”