Tobias Shower Crying Novels & Stories

It was just one more thing to add to the heap of misery I was already carrying, and I couldn’t help but feel like I couldn’t do anything right. The water still felt scorching hot against my skin, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn it down. I collapsed onto the shower floor, feeling completely broken and defeated. The weight of humiliation and heartbreak felt unbearable, and I couldn’t stop crying. The water pounding against my body seemed to mirror the pain I was feeling inside. I cried until I had no tears left, until my sobs turned into silent heaves. It was as if the shower was the only safe haven where I could let out all my pent-up emotions without any judgment or consequence.

Tobias laughed and squeezed me a little tighter. “Why are you crying?” he asked, smoothing down my hair. “I don’t know, I’m just happy, they’re happy tears” I sniffled. He laughed again and rested his cheek on the top of my head. “Well, I’m glad”. After a few minutes I had calmed down again and the tears finally stopped flowing. Tobias now has a huge wet stain on his shirt, but he either hasn’t noticed or isn’t bothered by it. I sat up straight and wiped away the wetness from my cheeks and tried to calm my hair with my fingers.

Cried Loathefiya as Kayle only nodded smiling. Cold tears of deep dark sorrowness floated on the little Loathefiya's cheeks as she was silent for a while. For a child of her age, truth really was a killer beast. She stood on her knees crawling on Aerial, laid on her lap and burst in tears, shivering in agony. When the woman was about to hap her back to calm her tears, the girl spoke up, "Then promise me...." she sobbed "promise me you won't leave me."

Tobias took the shirt off himself before carrying her under the shower. She let out a loud gasp when she rubbed his hands all over his back, expecting some scars. The curse she gave him early on about killing him real bad could possibly come about. Now that she confirmed that Tobias and Night are indeed the same guy, her desire to be intoxicated in his arms is becoming much more evident.

Overwhelmed by the feelings swirling around me, I burst into tears and fled from the scene, seeking retreat from the chaos that had gulfed us. As I stumbled through the dimly lit hallway, tears streaming down my cheeks, my path unexpectedly intersected with Willow. Startled by our collision, she took pleasure in seeing me in such a sorry state and reveled in my misfortune. With a smirk painting her face, Willow taunted me, "Well, well, well, Little-angel. It seems my wildest dream has finally come true. You've been fired." Through my sobs, I managed to respond, "What are you talking about? I haven't been fired!"

she says between broken sobs. I wiped her tears and it was enough for her to know I wasn't going anywhere. She breaks into uncontrolled sobs and I gently pull her to lay on my chest. Her sobs brought in the others as tears rolled down my cheeks, holding this broken woman who stole my heart in my arms. "I'm sorry," I say in barely a whisper as my throat made it difficult to speak past my own emotions. Anita shutters a calming breath as if hearing that was all she needed to help calm down. She looks down at me, smiling through her tears and gives me a kiss. "I'm going to make your favorite," she says in a wavering whisper, giving me another kiss.

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

It’s almost two weeks of packed-down grief, guilt, and terror finally exploding out of me in the most humiliating way possible, right in front of a man who could buy and sell my entire career before lunch. Tobias doesn't say a word. He doesn't offer a patronizing tissue, and he doesn't tell me to man up. He just stands there in the quiet foyer, letting the echoes of my breakdown bounce off the high ceilings. After a few minutes, the sobbing tapers off into a pathetic, shuddering breath. I wipe my face roughly with the sleeve of my jacket, feeling drained and thoroughly exposed. I look up at him, bracing myself for the inevitable lecture.

He swore on the Bible and promised me that things between him and Fiora had ended long ago, thoroughly and completely. "Do you really intend to go, Marco?" I asked, my voice trembling. Marco left without looking back. His retreating figure was steadfast, even bearing a sense of solemn finality. I found myself laughing as a sudden pain shot through my lower abdomen and blood flowed across the floor. I wasn't able to keep the baby after all of this.

I tug myself up to stand on my feet and then stare at the wall behind hazy eyes. My actions take control of me. I don’t even think about what I’m doing next. My fingers lock the bathroom door, and I step into the shower. I turn on the showerhead to the hottest setting and bend over. At first, it’s freezing. But after a few minutes, it begins to heat up until my T-shirt practically melts into my back at the intensified heat. I don’t realize I’m crying. This is the only way to make it go away. I choke back my sobs, biting onto my bottom lip so sharply I break the skin, and the blood seeps into my mouth. My teeth grit at the heat of the water as it pours over every inch of my back.