Tear Up Cry Novels & Stories

The anger faded from her eyes, and got replaced with tears, which numbed all the happiness from his face. They both finally recalled the painful truths of their lives. Their gazes remained fixed at each other which caused a lone tear to fall from her eyes. Cyra grabbed her phone and immediately disconnected the call. Throwing her phone away, Cyra shoved those boxes away too, and then buried her face in her pillows. Breaking down into tears, she clutched the mattress tightly. With every passing second, it was turning more and more painful for her. It had started going beyond her endurance.

It opened up on my floor and as soon as I was in my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it; breathing hard. I managed to move to the bed, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. My heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of sadness. As tears welled up in my eyes, a deep ache settled in my chest. I could feel the first tear escape, tracing a path down my cheek. It was warm against my skin, a tangible manifestation of the pain within. Soon, more tears followed, forming a steady stream that cascaded down my face. Each tear carried my moment of vulnerability and a release of pent-up emotions.

I hadn’t realized a tear had already slipped down my face until I saw her watching it fall. My hand shook as I raised it to my face. “The last time I cried, I was five. A group of boys broke my ribs, that was the day I swore never to be weak, never to cry.” Another tear escaped, tracing a path down my jaw. “But now I’m crying, and I don’t know how to stop.” I reached up to wipe it away furiously, but she caught my wrist. “Don’t,” she said softly. “It’s okay to cry. Let it fall. You’re Valentino Romano, yes, but behind that name is a little boy who just wanted to be loved, and he deserves to cry, he deserves to heal.”

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

I was supposed to protect her, and I had failed. Elena wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me close. The moment her heart beat against mine, something inside me snapped. I didn't know I had any tears left, but I broke down. I cried like a child into her shoulder, my body shaking with the weight of everything I had lost, everything I had done, and everything I couldn't undo. The tears were hot, burning my skin, filled with all the rage and sorrow I had been holding back for days.

a tear cold down my left cheekbone, “I can't fail you, that's the truth.” I opened my vision, wiping my cheek. Throughout my entire life I have cried rarely and it is not that I considered crying to be a weak gesture. But because I have promised myself to shed tears for the right people. Tears are not always synonymous with sadness, because even when we are happy we cry, thanks to them we know that we are alive and that we have feelings. Tears are the manifestation of the soul through the eyes. “Big dad, if you can hear me, I need you to tell me if I'm doing the right thing, send me a sign.”

Mу tears аrе thе ѕnоttу type of сrуіng that lеаvеѕ уоur face red аnd уоur еуеѕ swollen. Sо much fоr сrуіng those lady-like, gеntlе tеаrѕ. I’vе nеvеr been grасеful іn mу grief. Anger аnd snot; thаt’ѕ mу ѕtуlе nоnе of those dеlісаtе еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ оf аnguіѕh. I juѕt соllарѕе аnd I саn’t ѕtор іt frоm hарреnіng аgаіn nоw. “Carrie, it’s оk. Juѕt hold оn, I’ll be there soon.”

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.

The tears spilled over, streaming down my face like a river of pain. And then he said it. "You don't need to cry, I'm not worth it." The words were a slap, a harsh reminder of my own vulnerability. I felt like I'd been stripped bare, my emotions laid out for him to dissect and discard. I looked at my hands, and the tears flowed harder, my body shaking with sobs. I couldn't hold it in anymore. The pain was too much, the hurt too real. I cried, my heart breaking into a million pieces.

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."