Novel & Cerita Together We Cry

Heads turned to look at us together, cheeks burning when they didn’t look away. We didn’t fall. The world didn’t tear us apart. We were still here. Still together. This was just the beginning.

Together, unstoppable. ---

We’ve faced every hurdle together, and we’ll continue to, for as long as it takes. Together, always. - THE END -

, She screams as she hugs Krish from behind making both of them stop. She then comes forward and looks at Krish and Farha to find themselves broken and gloomy with red eyes and fresh tears. "Please don't go and stay with me… how would I live without you. Pl-eas-e!!", She says again, making fresh tears roll down. Farha looked away to control her tears and looked up while Krish turned his face. They all were crying and seeing that many people stared at them. Dia sobbed and cried feeling low and broken and when unable to bear it anymore hugs her bestfriends pulling them closer. The tears they were trying to stop flowed more freely like a river.

But we all just laughed it out together. Together. I want this to be a lifetime, me, him, us. Together, forever, in any lifetime. THE END.

Sure enough, the next second, a girl spoke up, "How can we let Luna draw so much blood alone? Julian needs more. Let us all donate a little each. When everyone gives a bit, it adds up!" The words were immediately met with agreement. "Yes, keep using this syringe to draw! We are not as selfish as some people. Everyone, quickly take turns!" "Exactly. Luna isn't afraid, so what are we afraid of? This bit of blood is nothing compared to our unity and friendship!" Listening to their passionate, righteous speeches, I could not help but laugh inwardly. What great classmates. They even shared a syringe used by an HIV carrier, and in turn, the virus itself. In this life, they would finally fulfill th

No fear. Just them. Together. Finally getting it right.

"What if we put our hearts into this, and it still doesn't work out, and I'm left to mourn the loss of something I desperately wanted, all over again." He stopped walking. He turned to face her. "He said, 'Then we grieve it, together, the way we should have grieved Elena.'" She looked at him. “That’s it?” she said. He looked at me and said, "That's all we can do, really. We try our best, and if it works out, we're thankful. If it doesn't, we deal with the sadness together, as a team." He stopped for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "But there's one thing I can promise you for sure: you're not alone in this. We're all in it together, and that's something to hold onto."

"Together?" "Together."

And we would walk it together. THE END