Novel & Cerita When Nietzsche Wept

The way she presses my hand against her cheek, eyes wide as she gazes up at me. This is not how people grieve. Real grief is ugly and loud and doesn't care when it's being observed. I watched Nathanial Morton cry in a hotel corridor in Tokyo. That was real grief. Beyond caring what anyone thinks. He could no more have stopped his tears than a butterfly can stop a bulldozer. I stay for thirty minutes. I say the right things and I hold her hand and I leave when she tells me she needs to rest. Walking back down the hallway, the feeling follows me.

but now a black wolf-like Nathan has even taken me, prisoner "Alright, how about I say about your friend. Both women have died in my hands," I said, Nathan softly. Suddenly I lifted my head, looked at Nathan in shock, my eyes were still wet with tears. I shook my head sadly and didn't accept Nathan's words, while Nathan just laughed out loud, enjoying my sadness. I'm frustrated hearing that laughter. Sound oppressive and suppress me "Are you surprised? ohhh look at your face so wrinkled. Don't cry anymore," said Nathan, wiping the tears on my cheeks. I'm not dodging, and I just let Nathan touch my cheek. I'm still stunned and lost direction.

They're my feelings. "Oh come on! OK I will be serious now!" he turned me around and took my hands into his. "Look I really don't want to remember that ugly scene. But still I need to tell you. He cried like a hyena that day!" I looked at him with a frown. What? "Hyena's doesn't cry Ashton they have a laughing face." I exclaimed. "She's stupid!" I heard Nate stating but I didn't care. "If I said that he cried like a hyena then he cried like a hyena. No more discussion about it." He said strictly.

Jesse's mouth was agape, flustered. "I- I don't-" "Seriously," K interrupted and smiled at him. "You don't have to explain. You just didn't have to lie to me about it that night at the subway, when you told me you don't use it that often." She chuckled and air quoted with her fingers. "You don't owe me anything. Besides, German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche believed that morality is just a fiction used by the herd of inferior human beings to hold back the few superior men."

“Nathan—” “Why didn’t you tell me?!” Nathan exploded, his voice cracking with emotion. Tears were already burning in his eyes. “Do you even think to ask if I wanted this? Do you even see the way people reacted out there? The whispers? The looks? You just threw me in front of everyone like some kind of prize!” Noah stood up slowly, his face filled with regret. “Nathan, I—”

I know I am crying because the salty tears had touched my bruised lips. He looked shocked but he covered it with his poker look. “You can’t decide that it is not the part of the contract and Helena needs you. You can’t leave her.” If he is trying to make a point then this is not the time. “Please leave Nathan. Please.” He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. He left the room leaving the door open. Crying I went into the shower and let the hot water run through my fully clothed body. I slid down the side of the bath tub and rubbed my body with the soap trying to get rid of anything that suggested the presence of Dave’s filthy hand. No amount of soap helped lighten the disgust I felt

"And forgive me if I don't believe a single word you say. You brought this upon yourself." Nathaniel’s face completely drains of blood. Even standing in the direct, blinding heat of the afternoon sun, his skin turns a sickly, ashen pale. He stands there for a long moment, absorbing the absolute finality of my words. He doesn't argue. He doesn't try to defend himself. "I know," he finally swallows, the sound thick and choked. "And I will forever pay for that. She never deserved any of that cruelty." He looks at me, his golden eyes shining with an unshed, devastating grief.

Then, without any warning, the powerful, untouchable Niklaus Specter did something I never expected. He started to cry. He just sat there, and fat, silent tears began to roll down his face. He looked at me like I was a miracle he didn't deserve to see. He didn't try to hide it or turn away or compose himself into something more acceptable. He just let it happen, let me see it, and somehow that made more moved than anything else could have. I wanted to reach out and wipe his tears, but my body felt numb and I could not stand up. I hated seeing him like this, broken and small. I needed to break the tension before we both drowned in it.

Lena crouched besides the bed and blinked back her tears; she had no idea why she was crying, but it hurt. “So stupid,” she cursed herself and cleaned her tears, but they kept rolling down her cheeks. “You are crazy, Lena,” she thought angrily. How could she be crying because he was at the club with some sluts? The door pushed open, and Nero stood there, his brows furrowed when he noticed her crying. She stood up and sniffed back her tears before turning to walk past him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

“What’s this supposed to be? A man bleeds but doesn’t cry. And look at me—I’m standing here, aren’t I?” Nathan ducked his head and wiped at his eyes quickly. “Who’s crying? I just got an eyelash stuck in there!”