When She Cries Britt Nicole Novels & Stories

She's got all the symptoms if a girl with a broken heart but no matter what Mira will never see her cry. She walked over to the window and watched as Mira drove her truck out of her parking lot... and out of her life forever. She won't cry, not over that woman, not today, not ever. She cried when her mother let her at age 6, she cried when the year after, she cried over her mom again at age nineteen. "I'm not going to cry over that loser." She kicked violently in the air. She leaned against the wall, and slowly she slided to the floor. She didn't know how long she had sat down there, or when Nichole and Genevieve entered her apartment and stood bedside her.

She just froze for five seconds, slowly closed the bedroom door as if afraid of waking a demon, and walked away. She hadn't told either of them that she knew. She couldn't bear to. She needed to gather the remnants of her sanity first before exploding and destroying her own pride. Remembering the betrayal, Nichole's chest tightened again as if hit by a concrete block. Her tears broke out once more. She screamed her heartbreak to the night wind, letting the tears ruin her expensive mascara, smudging and staining her cheeks. Then, suddenly... Awooo! A very deep, hoarse howl that vibrated in her chest cavity abruptly cut her crying short.

His hug really eased my heart I need someone to understand me just once I didn't want any words just a support I brought my palms towards his face cupping his cheeks These emotions were really playing against my sanity I'm sorry I'm not a good women I had another man in my heart I feel like I betrayed you He just looked at me, now he was shivering too and tears were streaming down his face . It was so different to see a man cry . His emotions were making me a wreck You've done nothing wrong . I won't say I'm not jealous but I know you have the most purest heart This brought a smile on my face mixed with tears he returned my gesture I removed my hands and hugged him again like If I let go he

She continued, crying. “The moment he talks, I’m done.” She added looking heartbroken and scared. Beatrice slowly sank to the floor, She screamed, her eyes filled with fear, her hands flew to her face as she collapsed to the floor, crying. “No, Maya, no!” she cried, her voice shaking, her blonde hair scattering and falling all over her face. “How could you?” She cried.

It was good, at least she had learned to smile and talk again, but it wasn't enough. Nicole sighed and placed another folded piece of clothing into the basket. She was lonely, yet whenever they came over, her body itched for them to be gone. A lone tear streaked down her eyes. She promised herself that she was done crying, but the tears still came. Why did it have to be her? Why was she so unfortunate and different?

I didn't like to see her this way. I raked my fingers through my dark-brown strands, pulling a bit in frustration. I wanted to ram my fist into the wall. I wanted to punch something, anything. I just wanted to get this emotion out of me. After what seemed like hours, Nicole finally dropped her palms. Her eyes and face were swollen and her cheeks were wet with tears. The sight seared my heart. I wish I could take away her pain. "If you leave now, those out to get you will find you." She stated, her voice hoarse from crying so much.

My heels were high, and I didn't wait for him, walking fast toward the mansion entrance. —- “Hey, watch it. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep…” He didn’t even finish the warning before my heel caught on the cobblestone drive. I pitched forward, hitting the ground hard. My knees screamed in pain, the impact jarring my whole body. A sharp cry escaped me, and I closed my eyes, blinking against the sudden, agonizing sting. Today’s really not my day. But tears were never a thing for me. I wouldn't cry. “I told you to be careful,” he said, his voice flat.

He shook his head as he walked by me, not even glancing up at me. I stepped forward and peeked into the room. Brittany was there, standing up from the hospital bed. She wore loose fitting clothes, which was odd for her. As was the mascara streaking down her cheeks like she had been crying. She was smiling now, as she stretched. Anger sparked within me. What kind of show had she just put on for those cameras, crying in a hospital bed? Clearly she was fine. Happy, even. Yet without knowing the facts, I was uncertain if I should confront her.

I didn't like to see her this way. I raked my fingers through my dark-brown strands, pulling a bit in frustration. I wanted to ram my fist into the wall. I wanted to punch something, anything. I just wanted to get this emotion out of me. After what seemed like hours, Nicole finally dropped her palms. Her eyes and face were swollen and her cheeks were wet with tears. The sight seared my heart. I wish I could take away her pain. "If you leave now, those out to get you will find you." She stated, her voice hoarse from crying so much.