Novel & Cerita When They Cry

"You jinx, did you buy rotten fish? If anything happens to Ray, I'll skin you alive!" Before Derek could finish, his hand involuntarily moved to clutch his own stomach. His face twisted in pain as he hunched over, unable to hold it in anymore. "I'll deal with you later…" Derek crouched outside the bathroom door, pounding on it hard. "Ray, how much longer are you going to be?" Then Alessia joined in. "Ray, honey, hurry up. I need to use the bathroom too." One big happy family, taking turns rushing to the bathroom without a moment's rest. After a few rounds, they were all dehydrated.

Ana runs to me and kneels beside me. Some have control over their tears, others force them to cry. My case is contradictory, I am simply trying to stop crying. There are no sobs, there are no screams, there are just tears of pain. There are pains in the form of crying, in the form of tears, those that flood inside with sorrow and outside with water. These are the worst.

I wanted to break free, to scream, but the lessons had taken that away from me too. *** I turned to see tears streaming down Lyron's face. “Please don't cry for me. It's just sad if you do.” “But–” “Shhh.” “O–ok,continue.”

Aries interrupted gently, "It's okay, baby. Let it all out. Theós go grab-" "I know what to grab!" I could hear Arabella's own cries coming from the TV. Cyril's deep voice gently grumbling comforting words and soothingly coo's as he attempted to comfort his sobbing mate. We cried. We cried until we couldn't anymore. We cried until we couldn't produce anymore tears.

I sadly took another close look at the reflection and immediately realised that my eyes had become so puffy and bloodshot that I could not recognise their original colour. Of course, they are puffy — otherwise, why wouldn't they be when I have been doing nothing but shed tears for the past three days, ever since I received words that were awfully poisonous for my ears? A bitter short smile slowly published itself across my pale face, right between both of my ears when I started remembering the very evil minute I was showered by cold, sharp words.

In this vulnerable exchange, they lay bare their pain, unable to hide their true emotions from one another. The connection they forge in this moment is born out of empathy and a mutual recognition of their shared journey through grief. It becomes a sanctuary where they can be honest and vulnerable, finding solace and support in each other's presence. Together, they navigate the depths of their sorrow, finding strength in their shared experience and the unspoken bond that binds them. In their union of emotions, they discover a resilience that allows them to face the challenges ahead, hand in hand.

This is family matters, and they needed to resolve this. "Mom, I know that this is the guy who made you cry every day," Justin said while crying silently. Jane's tears poured down continuously as she gasped. Justin crouched down, wrapped his arms around himself, and sob. He cried as if the candy he wants to obtain has been snatched from him. Jane cried relentlessly. She knelt and looked upon the sky while the roar of the vehicles boomed everywhere. The rush of the people who will get to their jobs looked upon them for a second and didn't even care about why they were crying.

It was a shared sadness. One of the villagers, a middle-aged man mending a net, stopped his work. He looked at the fire Ronan had built. He looked at Elara, happily working in the mud. He looked at Kael, writing the names of the dead in the earth. He looked at Liora and Lyra, singing to the heart of their sorrow. And then, he began to cry. It wasn't the silent, numb resignation of before. It was a loud, messy, healing sob. The dam had broken.

The cries of their anguish were excruciating. A sudden chill ran down Dirk's spine as he stared wide-eyed at the Lycgers, who were crying loudly, trying to alleviate their pain. But they were powerless against it. They cried even louder, clutching their sides and begging for it to end. Tears streamed down their faces, and their bodies shook as every muscle seemed to be torn apart. But the torment wasn't over. Dirk's knees buckled from the overwhelming horror. He felt sickened witnessing their distress, backing away in horror as his legs gave way under him. He could only watch the scene unfolding before him.

“So, choose.” They obviously did not believe me because they both scoffed. Their fear perfumed around them, cluing us into what we already knew – they were pretending to be tough shit but were failing miserably. I muted them so that the babes would not be scared. They were trying to speak, but nothing came out. I just smirked at them, very pleased with this thus far. I threw some Cryoplasm at them. We watched as their bodies started to shake and tears fell from their eyes, but their screams were nonexistent thankfully because I hated hearing banshees in heat.