Tobias Shower Crying Novels & Stories

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" ~

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

The tears that had been threatening to spill finally broke free, rolling down my cheeks in hot, uncontrolled streams. “I’m going to take a shower,” I whispered, pulling away from their embrace. I didn’t want them to see me this way. I needed to be alone with my thoughts, alone to cry without anyone judging me. Without a second glance, I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a soft click. The shower wasn’t just about cleaning myself—it was a chance to drown out everything, to soak in the water and let my emotions spill out. I stood there for a long time, letting the warm water run over me, the sound of it falling against the tiles mixing with my quiet sobs.

There are just some people I don’t like to share my things with… Rogue Archangels being one of them, or two of them in this case. I was torn from my tantrum when I could hear Ambrosia in the shower, she was crying. I walked from my library into her room. I didn’t want to intrude on her but I was worried. I couldn’t imagine what she had to go through over there, Plus, Human emotions are so strange. Sometimes they cry when they are happy, but I had a feeling that this was not the case. I walked up to the bathroom door that she had left open, and stood with my back against the doorframe. “Ambrosia, doll. Are you ok?” I said softly. “Y-yes, I’m o-ok.” She said, through sniffles. “Why are you cry

Just a simple shower with good water pressure and soap that smelled clean and honest. Under the hot water, I cried. Not the quiet tears I'd learned to hide over months of pretending. These were deep, painful sobs that seemed to come from my bones. I cried for the years I'd wasted trying to be good enough for a man who saw me as broken. For the children I'd never have. For the company that was mine by right but felt like it was slipping away. But I also cried from relief. Relief to finally be somewhere no one was watching me, judging me, or trying to figure out how to use my pain against me.

The water ran warm over my skin, washing away the sweat, the shame: I cried the whole time. It wasn’t pretty crying either. No, it was ugly, hiccuping sobs that shook my insides and made my throat raw. But Torin didn’t withdraw, he kept one arm locked around my waist like he was afraid I might fall apart if he didn’t. His other hand moved slowly, carefully as he washed my hair: he didn’t rush me or himself.

I turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash over me as I stood under the spray. But as the water hit my skin, I felt a fresh wave of tears well up inside me. I couldn't help it - the pain and the sadness just seemed to be too much to bear. I started to cry, great big sobs that shook my entire body. I felt like I was losing control, like I was drowning in a sea of despair. As I stood under the shower, crying and feeling so sad, I couldn't help but think about how my life had fallen apart. Just a few months ago, I had been so happy, so in love with Gael and our life together. But now, everything seemed to be crumbling around me.

As Tobias’s quiet sobs filled the silence, Emma simply held him, her hand gently rubbing his back. She didn’t pry, knowing he wasn’t ready to speak. Finally, Tobias’s breathing began to steady, and he seemed to realize who was holding him. “Emma…?” he murmured, his face flushed from crying as he pulled back slightly, wiping at his tear-streaked cheeks. Emma gave him a gentle smile. “I saw you walk off… I just wanted to check if you were alright.” Tobias managed a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Emma. I’m just… I’m fine.” He swallowed, eyes casting down as he felt the shame of being caught in such a vulnerable moment. “I didn’t mean for anyone to see me like this.”

I explained. “ Alright, I understand,” he nodded his head before finally leaving with Enzo who kept grumbling all the way. The moment they were gone, I say up on my bed and stared at the cum running down my thighs. “ I need a shower,” I muttered to myself as I managed to walk over to the bathroom. Taking off my bathrobe, I walked into the shower and let the water pour down heavily on my head. There was something about showers over baths in this situation I found myself…. I could freely cry without being burdened with the fact that I'm being too emotional as my tears would blend seamlessly with the water drops - similar to crying in the rain.

“She’s going to ruin everything! You’re all blind! You don’t know what’s coming!” Her voice echoed through the trees, loud and cracked and desperate. She kept screaming Mikaela’s name like some twisted warning or accusation until her voice faded down the path. Silence followed. Heavy. Confusing. Exhausting. Tobias stepped out first, giving us space. June followed him. Kane looked sick angry, embarrassed, stunned. He rubbed his face with both hands like he needed to scrub the whole situation out of his mind. The shed felt too small now. Too tight.