Novel & Cerita Violet Evergarden Crying

I continue crying until a familiar soft voice sounds above me. “Oh sweet angel! What is wrong? No, don’t tell me… Aldo did something stupid! That boy doesn’t use his brain sometimes!” Cade sits on his haunches in front of me and reaches to dry my tears. “Only love can break your heart and you look heartbroken! I am going to give him a piece of my …” “Don’t ! I don’t want t-to t-talk a-about or t-to him e-ever-again!” I say through sobs

Morgan Tears blurred my vision as the truth hit me. Violet, who had passed out, suddenly opened her eyes. She stretched out her hands to me when she saw I was holding her baby, a small smile appearing on her face. "He is here" I shook my head. "You're holding him" she said, trying to get up to take a look. “I am sorry Violet…we did everything we could to save him” my voice came out hoarse. "No, no...you promised..." She curled into herself, a broken scream tearing from her throat before her head snapped toward me, her face streaked with tears and sweat.

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 😢😢😢😢😢

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.”

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

I tried and failed to pluck it from her hands as she swatted my hand away, clutching it to her chest like it was a real little girl, not a picture of a dead one. “Yes, I'm sure. Violet has this little star shaped birthmark on her arm. The girl in the picture doesn't have that.” She sobbed softly. Glancing down at my arm, I frowned. A star shaped birthmark? Like the one covered by my tattoos? I couldn't think of the repercussions of that little remark now. “Then why are you crying, Iris? It isn't your baby...” “Because it's someone’s little girl, Cyber. Someone is out there, and...”

If only he could, this vampire would no longer have the chance to wander at night. "God, why did you do this to me? Is a tough life not enough? Why did you send me to her?" Morgan questions God in his head. "I don't deserve this." Morgan often reminds himself not to cry whenever there is a problem because he believes it won't change everything. But after being forced to marry a monster and being trapped in her powerful and mortific grasp, he can no longer hold back his emotions. Tears streamed down from his eyes. He needs to cry as this is his only way to vent out the chaotic emotions that are swallowing him, otherwise, his heart will explode.

3rd Person's POV Flowers were thrown left and right as the coffin slowly goes down the ground. Sound of sobs, weeps, and loud cries are heard around. Gabbie is holding her mother who cannot be calmed as she is draining herself with her nonstop tears coming out. Gabbie was sitting silently as she stare at nowhere. She cannot even realize that her tears are flowing on their own and wetting her cheeks. She doesn't understand any of the happenings. It was too fast and she can't ride on it. She must be walking too slow.

Violet’s eyes were wide, her cheeks losing the rosy glow they’d taken on during her shower. “Was it really that incredible?” Her voice was small, fragile in a way that made me bristle. I skewered Cole with my eyes, casting him a silent warning that he better answer her question correctly. She was still on edge, fighting with the person she became when she blacked out. It was the same expression she had when she murdered Blaze. Olive draped an arm over her shoulder. I had to squash the urge to tear it off, reminding myself that Violet needed comfort—comfort I couldn’t give her.

I grab my pillow and sob quietly into it, pretending it was my brother. A knock makes me gasp for air but I don't move from my spot, hugging the pillow tighter as my tears refuse to stop. If Hestia was back with the cookies, I'd gladly take some. Another knock on the door makes me look up at it at the same time it opens, Anthony's face peeking around it. His expression turns alarmed as he processes my fetal position and tear soaked pillow. "Violet," He says, a sense of urgency in his voice as he closes the door behind him, "What's going on? Why are you crying?"