Tear Up Cry Novels & Stories

I've never seen him cry, never seen him in so much pain. "You're telling me not to cry, and you're crying. Why are my tears more precious than yours? Why are you crying? Do you know what your tears do to me? I can't bear to see you cry; you know that it tears me up inside. Don't weaponize your tears against me." "Fuck off, Ryder, just fuck all the way off. Go home; I've had enough."

what did I ever do to deserve being treated like this. Right now the tears are pouring out of my eyes that I can't even see right, I thought I had no tears left to cry but it seems there's a surplus supply of them, my heart is broken no that's the wrong word it's shattered. I'm angry because I don't want to cry but they keep coming no matter how much I try to stop it I can't. that annoys me because I can't even control my tears.

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.”

Lizandra I could barely close my eyes all night, and I couldn't say I woke up. As a result of the terrible night of tossing and turning in bed, shedding rivers of tears, I was now feeling terrible. It's as if a tractor ran over my body, leaving me completely sore. Nothing gets resolved with tears, and I wish I wouldn't cry every time things get out of control. In other words, constantly. But it's impossible not to realize that I've become a big crybaby, weak, and now also a traitor.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

Something hot. Tears.

She asks with a tense on her face. Tears come out of my eyes, go down to my cheeks. “Baby, hey… why are you crying?” Lena gets up from her seat and stands on her knees next to me. “Hey…” She wipes my tears. I can’t help but keep crying, I’m not crying because I’m sad, I cry because I’m happy. “Baby… I’m so sorry… if you’re not ready… I got it… let’s forget it” She says as she cups my cheek. I cry like a little kid who finds her lost toy in the park.

He roars. Reluctant, I raised my head and was greeted by his menacing smirk just like I anticipated. He slowly bends down and asks softly, "Hey loser, do you really want to continue working here?" "Yes, manager," I replied. Tears want to fall from my eyes as I find myself so pathetic like this, but I draw them back so quickly. Because I know to myself that I will hate to see my own self crying. Since the burden of providing for my family passed to my shoulders, I didn't cry again no matter how hurt I was or suffering.

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" ~