Tear Up Cry Novels & Stories

" I said as I packed our stuffs making Bell confused. "Theo. Talk to me what's wrong? What's happening?" She asked as she stood watching me move from the cabinets to our suitcase. I didn't answer so she stood in front of me and made me look into her eyes. "Teddy tell me what's wrong?" She asked gently and before I knew it something came out of my eyes. The tears kept on flowing and I touched them and looked at Bell. "What are these? Why is it so good yet so painful?" "Oh baby. Those are called tears and they come out when we are in so much pain that we can't endure it anymore." She said making me hug her.

I gave that up. I close my eyes, desperate not to let the tears filling them escape. I fail. They slip out, trail down my cheeks, fall from my face. I hold in the sob for as long as I can, lips quivering, chesttrembling, hands balled into fists. But I lose that battle too. The cry wretches itself up my throat, over my tongue, past my lips. At the last moment, I turn it into a scream. "Ah!!"

I wanted to break free, to scream, but the lessons had taken that away from me too. *** I turned to see tears streaming down Lyron's face. “Please don't cry for me. It's just sad if you do.” “But–” “Shhh.” “O–ok,continue.”

Tears slid down her cheeks as she smiled again, "Don't__ cry __ smile __ for me __ please..." I wiped her tears with shaking hands and tried_ tried to smile for her_but it broke as soon as it formed. The tears wouldn't stop. “Every... moment... I spent time with you... was the most beautiful... I’ve ever known...” Her lips trembled. “I love you... My lady...” "Ruby, Please!!!!!" I cried harder, losing control of my sanity. The minute I noticed her breathing was getting weak, my heart shattered into a million pieces, "Please...".

Feeling tears rapidly gather in my eyes and spill all over my cheeks I finally let myself fall, rather dully collapsing on my knees, but not before letting out an equally frustrated and sorrowful cry. “Fuuuck!”

I let out a shaky laugh, dragging a hand through my hair as I turn slightly, like I don't know where to look at. Damn it. I press my lips together, trying to hold it in. I don’t cry. I don’t want to cry, but it's already too late. My chest rises sharply, and something inside me just… breaks open. Years. It feels like years since I’ve felt anything like this. It's been years since I've felt this warm, this full, this……wanted. A tear slips out before I can stop it. Then another. I let out a shaky breath, dragging a hand across my face quickly.

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.

"Myla, wait-" I grab the scissors from my desk and the teddy bear from my bed and start tearing it apart, ripping out the stuffing and scattering it across the room. When I'm left with nothing but a pile of torn fabric and empty promises, I collapse onto the bed, my body wracked with sobs. Nothing makes sense and everything feels like a cruel joke. I bury my face in my hands and let the tears flow freely, the pain cutting through me like a thousand knives.

“F-ck you, Ferdinand! You ruined everything!” Scarlett sat on the floor with her face covered because she couldn’t take it all in. “Where did I go wrong? Why have all the plans been ruined?” she asked. She rubbed her face out of frustration. “I want to end all of this, but... why…? I don’t know what to do!” she burst into tears in front of her cousins over her failed plans. “First, they caught Erin. Second, our grandfather! Damn it! I will kill him! I-I will…” she couldn't speak anymore, so she just cried to let out her anger.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."