Romans & histoires Too Sad To Cry

I'm glad that only few came up to me and asked me if I'm fine because one more question like that, I'm gonna cry out loud. Of course. I'm not fine at all. Who could be fine after hearing their most loved ones says they're not into them anymore? Who could be fine after that? I'm not a damn sociopath who can move after three, four, five seconds. I can't gather myself quickly. I am a mess. A huge mess. Inhaling sharply, I sniffed. "God, this is tiring." I murmured to myself. There is no way that crying is good and effective for moving on because I just feel way heavier. Even though I already cried a river, I still feel so lost. Tragic.

-RAINA'S POV- Tears. Only my heat made me cry. Other than that, I've never bawled like this. Well, there was that time at the hospital when I thought I would lose Valen because we were unfortunate soulmates, and right now that familiar despair dwelled like a house filled with rodents in my gut. Unwanted but hard to get rid of. Hyperventilate-crying, I sniveled miserably, wiping my face countless times with the back of my hand.

“What? What do you want me to share? How useless, pathetic and powerless I feel? How I can never compensate for all the lives that were lost today. How I am breathing just to suffocate myself!” Amor growled, his hands shaking as he finally let go of the tears he was holding back.

Hopefully, you don't catch it wrong. ________________________ And again, I was crying like a baby Most crying can make me blind 😭😭😭 I could feel what Gerald felt 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 especially Rara felt. 😭😭😭😭 Really oh my God 😢😢😢😢😢

“Eh…strange. Why are my eyes tearing up all of a sudden? My nose hurts and my eyes are all watery. I don't know why I am crying at all. Why's this....Why's this happening to me? Someone, tell me about it." "Even though I don't want to cry, I keep crying. My tears, are overflowing."

His eyes were red, watery, and exasperated. But he's not showing a manly side to him just to prove he is capable of killing me. "I'm sorry…" I said, looking downward. "If something bad has already happened, does your sorry could bring them back?" he asked. "Think about it." I can't help these tears again. Why are my tears won't scarce? It always has a supply. Are my eyes only made with the purpose of crying? I can smile too. using these eyes. The little tears turned into a bursting cry.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

she sat down and began to cry worse. ***** Running as fast as she could, Loathefiya 's feet got trapped with a stone and she was crushed on the ground. She began to cry loudly cause her thumbnail broke and was bleeding. A man passing by shouted at her "Shut up you little kid!" Her cry suddenly stopped with fear turning into weeping. The man went away angrily. She got up in pain and said "I'll go back to get help" She walked back on her way home in pain and slowly, step by step. Tears nonstop floated in pain.

Kael muttered. I sniffled again, staring at my hand as I felt a liquid drop on it. I didn't realize I was crying. I laughed, hiccuping. “I'm not crying. I'm just trying to get rid of something in my eyes.” I began to rub my eyes. Kael sighed, leaning back on the wall. “It's okay to express your emotions. But not for my situation, it can't be helped.” “It can be!” I shouted, unable to hold back the tears any longer. They rolled down my cheeks, my heart squeezing tight in pain. My shoulders shook, and I hiccuped twice as I sobbed.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.