Tear Up Cry Novels & Stories

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

I'm sorry I lied to you. A tear dropped.

I sat on top of the car, and I could hear him cussing me out inside. I thought, "Austin, even if I survived the mountains, I would be resting in bed from the shock. I wouldn't have the energy to bring up a divorce." After my death, my body could no longer produce tears. Still, I touched my dry eyes as I yelled into the night. I called Austin a jerk, but only I could hear my own voice. Luna chuckled like she had just won a battle. "Let's drink! Forget about Ruby. I've called Howard and the others to join us. Let's drink until we pass out!"

Sasha went on her knees in front of my car, just like how she did years ago. I was terrified of running over her and immediately hit the brakes. Andy was engrossed in his game console, and the abrupt braking caused him to bump his forehead, leaving it red. I hurriedly pulled him over. "I'm sorry! Let me blow the pain away for you." Sasha was bawling on the ground in front of my car. "I'm begging you not to destroy my family, Ms. Cooper. I've already lost a child. I don't want to lose Miles too!"

he says quietly, stepping aside to let me pass. I stand there for a moment, breathing through the ache in my chest before I start moving again. Rena appears at the corner, her mouth parting as if to speak, but I walk past her without a word, my steps heavy as I climb the stairs. By the time I reach my room and close the door behind me, everything I’ve been holding in finally breaks. My knees give way, and I sink to the floor, silent tears streaming down my face. I press my hand over my mouth to stop the sobs from escaping, but the pain rips through me anyway — quiet, raw, unbearable.

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

Vivica threw herself on the bed, then she pulled out her phone and dialed her best friend, Ziva James, crying. She sobbed sorrowfully and said, “Hello, Ziva. I am sorry for what I said. I was so hurt that you kept your brother’s marriage a secret from me.”

Delilah's voice broke as tears filled her eyes. Marcel stared at her. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he pulled her tightly into his arms. "I never wanted things to end up like this. I really didn't..." Tears streamed down his face. Clenching my teeth so hard they hurt, I fled as though I were the one who'd done something wrong. The wind roared in my ears, trying to drown everything out, but only I knew just how deafening the pain in my heart truly was. I kept running and running, until the emptiness in my stomach twisted into unbearable cramps under the weight of my emotions.

9 months ago Crystal I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain, trying to maintain an equilibrium. So, if one emotion skyrockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit, to release that emotion packaged neatly in tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can't hold on to all of it. So, what I've le

"Why... why did he cry?" "I don’t know," Ted shrugged, his hands open in helplessness, though his voice carried a deep compassion. "He was all alone in that basement room, holding your photo, crying like he couldn’t stop. I saw him the day before yesterday, crying the whole day. Yesterday, he wore sunglasses so I wouldn’t see how swollen his eyes were, but I still heard him. You know, hearing that... even I, as his subordinate, couldn’t help but feel heartbroken."