Novel & Cerita The Dramatics I Cried All The Way Home

She fell in love with how he called her his home, How his steps danced on the voice of her soul, How bare he was as if his skin was hers to own, She fell, as if this universe held only him alone, She drowned deeper as he made her waltz on his songs, How he loved her as she was last to ever be adored, With all his life, how he held her so close, As if he was the last to save her from this world of storms,

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.

His lips had turned purple, and his face grew more ghastly by the second, yet he refused to turn back. "Charlie, come back!" his friends on the shore shouted. "Otherwise, you'll lose your life too!" But Charlie didn't listen. He fought the current as if he had already decided that if he couldn't save Alyssa, he'd rather go down with her. Finally, he reached the car. Seeing Alyssa motionless inside, he shouted her name at the top of his lungs, "Alyssa! Alyssa, wake up! Look at me!" But Alyssa had completely lost consciousness and remained unresponsive. In a desperate frenzy, he slammed his bare fists against the window—once, twice, over and over until his hands were shredded and bloody. Blood

(This is a different storyline) MADISON; My hands were shaking so bad I had to hide them behind my back. I stood in the doorway of the living room, watching my mom completely fall apart on the big leather couch. She was crying so hard her shoulders jerked with every sob. Black mascara ran down her face in messy lines. She kept saying “I’m sorry” over and over, but the words were all broken and wet. Victor didn’t look sorry at all.

They believed what they wanted to believe. My mother burst into tears. "How can our family ever hold our heads up again?" My father couldn't take it anymore. The broom came down on me, again and again. "Get out! Our family has no daughter like you! You're a disgrace!" My face swelled and bruised. I curled up on the ground as they threw my luggage out the door. The villagers' jeers cut like knives. Finally, my father pointed to the village entrance and bellowed, "Get out! And don't ever come back!"

causing me to drop my load of bags on the floor "Mama, you home!" She seems so excited to see me, and I'm feeling the same. This day has been the longest time that I have been away from her, and I’ve missed her so badly. "I’m home baby. Did you have a nice day with Riley and Josh?" She gives me a smile that makes my appearance, and she looks happy, which makes me happy. She nods her head so fast that I’m surprised that it doesn’t fall off. "I did. We had lots of fun. We went to soft play, and we ran about, and we went down the slides and Josh fell over and bumped his head. It was really funny." She starts giggling and it’s the cutest sound.

It was my death certificate. Mom picked up a pen but didn't sign. Instead, she threw it heavily to the ground and tore the document apart until it was in pieces. She said, "I'm not signing it. Flora isn't dead! Why should I sign a death certificate for someone who's still alive?" Then, Mom yanked Cindy up from the floor. "Come home with me. Flora pulled this stunt when she was younger. She jumped into the river and made everyone think she was dead. And what happened? Didn't someone send her back the very next day?"

Not the quiet tears of a boy trying to appear strong. These were raw tears—violent, humiliating, uncontrollable. My chest heaved as though my heart was tearing itself apart. “My father…” I cried. “My mother…” The words barely came out. I pressed my hands against the floor as though I could hold myself up, but even my arms trembled. The world spun. The walls seemed to close in. The luxurious living room that had always felt safe now felt like a prison. I heard Mira scream my name. “Maxwell!”

Quinn batted her eyes dramatically at Serena, who nodded calmly. “Sophia, I understand you’re grieving, but in our family, we bury our loved ones. Push him back right now,” Serena said tearfully, fixing her gaze on my hands gripping the gurney. I smiled faintly. All I needed was a gentle push, and Lannister would meet the flames. “Mom, cremation is the modern way. Besides, Lannister is already dead. He won’t feel anything anymore.” I subtly pushed the gurney forward.

, Sky turned her back towards Norah, trying to hide her tears. "Yeah, sure", Norah said with a wide smile. Finally she succeeded in her plan. "You're brave Sky. If I were you, I'd have left this house long ago", Norah said sarcastically. "Sleep tight", She said and left the room. Sky couldn't get up for a long time. She tried to hold back her tears but they still fell out. This.... This was her biggest fear. Having no home and having no love. "Is he really in love with me?", her heart ached just by thinking this.