Too Sad To Cry Mga Nobela at Kwento

stupid. He doesn't say anything and I wipe away my tears again. -And not only that. Georgina, my other best friend, also works here.” I laugh to myself so as not to cry. I know I know. I'm pathetic. He still doesn't say anything and the truth is, I prefer it that way. I don't want to cry, I don't want to see myself weak. But I can't resist it and I end up breaking down. I cover my face so he can't see me and turn my back on him. Crying is weakness, it's exposing your feelings, showing how broken you are inside. That's why I cried a few times in my life in front of another person. But now... I can't anymore. I no longer resist.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been the best of a leader to you all." I sniffed before each words, before controlling myself to try and limit the tears from coming down my eyes. But as I tried more and more from stopping those eyes from watering further, the pool of tears proved to be stronger than all the power left in me. I couldn't control myself, as the pain weakened all the nerves in my body, leaving crying as the only option left to do. "I tried so much, but she's not here. I miss her so so much."

Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow. Dark circles are all I see around me, looking into all these exhausted faces of the people I love and care most for in this hard world. Knowing I am the cause for all their suffering, makes my body feel over racked with pain and devastating sadness, making my stomach churn. Weeping inside everytime I look into their eyes, watching all the happiness slip away. I don't know how to help them or myself. Except to maybe leave my pack territory and go in search of the man my heart is longing for.

It was a real tear. I hastily wiped it, but another batch fell, and then it turned into a total breakdown. At this moment, I don't even know what I'm crying for. I just I feel so hollow inside, confused, upset, disappointed... How can life be so cruel?

“I’m sorry... I’m really really sorry...” I cried until my chest ached, like something inside me was tearing apart, piece by piece. The kind of crying that leaves you gasping for air, clutching at nothing, because nothing feels real anymore. It wasn’t the quiet kind of sadness; it was loud and raw and ugly, the kind you can’t hold back even if you tried.

I muttered and my tears finally fell from my eyes, then I sat on the ground. I just feel so broken, useless, worthless, hopeless, and all other every shitty feeling in the world. Why? Why am I experiencing something like this? Do they really have to take away my friends in advance? Fuck them! They are the worst people in the world. But what would happen to me if they'll take everything from me? They better take my life away too, so I won't have anything else left with me. I just can't stop myself to cry my eyes out while sobbing. Then, my stupid phone vibrated.

The tears flow uncontrollably, a river of grief that refuses to dry up. As I cry, I hear a knock at the door. It's soft, hesitant, as if the person on the other side is unsure if they should disturb me. I freeze, my heart racing with fear. Who could it be? Adrian, come to gloat over my misery? To smirk and tell me how I'm his prisoner? "Go away!" I yell, my voice hoarse from crying. I just wanted to be alone, maybe even die here. I don't even know how I feel right now... The tears wouldn't stop flowing.

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀 I felt the tears welling up inside me, a dam about to burst. I tried to hold them back, to stem the tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. But it was no use. The floodgates opened, and I was consumed by a torrent of grief. I sobbed uncontrollably, my body shaking with each ragged breath. Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty, as I wailed in anguish. I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow, unable to escape the crushing weight of my emotions.

I sobbed, not just cried, no, I was full on snotty nose, fat juicy tears ,and moaning wales that heaved my whole body up and down. I cried for Charlie, my best friend, the only one who laughed at my jokes and was willing to poke fun at our shared pain. I cried for Sammy and Sydney, the twins, (honestly still surprised by that) and for the good life they used to have and lost. I cried for me, for my pathetic meaningless existence that I hated.

"I'm sorry Alpha Tahira, I'm just…confused as well." I nodded, wiping the tears from my face and feeling stupid for crying. This is what I face every day, I cry like a baby at any sensitive act and overreact which makes me hate myself. I hate this new me and I wish to just die at times. It was worse than death itself, I don't think I can survive "Please stop crying, I'll send men to check on him." "I'M NOT CRYING!" I yelled and cried even more, breaking down in torrents of sobs and feeling my cells weaken more.