Tear Up Cry Novels & Stories

The tears I tried not to show but you can force a smile and not a tear. "It's okay to cry" I could hear Jake's voice in my head.The tears fell immediately. "Goodbye" I turned,walked slowly and then ran. **I'm trying to smile,to keep it going.But it's hurts so much**

I can't keep breaking down, especially when I have to find a roof over my head and pay all the upcoming expenses. I let out a deep sigh and turned around. I couldn't take it anymore, and my tears started to flow. I'm not a crybaby, but I can't help it. I won't hold back, and I swear I feel terrible, to the point where I want to jump into the pool and never come out.

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.

The tears in Jacklyn's eyes welled up until they blurred her vision. "Eugene… You're the one who upset me."

Everything was back to how it was previously. Instead of doing anything, Miracle got under her blanket and let her tears wet her pillow. She didn't understand why, but the lady's pain felt like her own, pressing heavily on her heart.

I deactivated my social media accounts except for my Twitter account that became my virtual diary. I am indulging myself with tv series I can watch on Netflix. Some series there has a moral lesson that also made me realize about small things. At times like this, we need to change. “Tears can be teachers if we let them” I saw a phrase on the internet. I instantly took a screenshot of it. This quote is realistic. If we let our tears be our teachers, then it will teach us a lot of lessons in life. Crying doesn’t mean a person is weak. Crying is a way where we need to let go of the pain, sadness, and anger in our hearts. After we cry, everything will be okay.

Leon::"I mean I never understood why do people cry.Do we cry to heal ourselves ? Do we cry simply to shed a tear ? Or is it just because we can ? Or because a certain person is not there ? " Ariadne::"You sound like a poet." Leon::"Well I write sometimes." Ariadne::"I think the point to cry out is for help and warmth and care.It is a sign of our bodies finally breaking down from so much pain that we cannot bear.I think tears are just pain in liquid form." Leon::"Oh ! intense talk.I am done with the calls let's go now."

I was lost, I was alone, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt hot tears sliding down my cheeks. I’d been trying so hard not to fall apart until now, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was out of fight, I was out of hope, I was out of everything. There was nothing left to hold me together now. I did the only thing I could think of to do. I cried.

“Because I don't feel strong right now. I feel like I am falling apart… and it is quite embarrassing that I'm letting you see it.” His eyes darkened, and his hand moved to my cheek, brushing another stray tear away. “Your tears are not a sign of weakness. It's a way for your mind and soul to cleanse themselves. Sometimes it is better to cry. There's nothing you should feel embarrassed about.” His cool fingers brushed the feverish skin on my cheek again. “And even if you fall apart, I will be here to collect your pieces and put them back together.” My blurred-by-tears eyes locked on his icy-blue ones. I felt the crack penetrating the walls I built. They finally fell down. And then… I allowed

🎶Ain't got no tears left to cry so I'm picking it up, I'm picking it up. I'm living 🎶 NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY- ARIANA GRANDE. (WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE. READ AT OWNERS RISK. I WOULD INDICATE WHEN THE SCENE IS OVER) I froze at the oh-so familiar voice and the pressure applied on the grip to my hand. The same hand drew me up so close, I could perceive the musk I've learned to fear.