When They Cry Novels & Stories

Agonizing cries echoed through the enclosed space, blending into a continuous chorus of mourning. Mothers clung tightly to their children. Their sobs were uncontrollable. The elderly sat in quiet devastation, some trembling as silent tears streamed down their lined faces. Others whispered desperate prayers under their breath, pleading for the safe return of loved ones whose names had not yet been spoken among the fallen. The children, too young to understand the full meaning of defeat, sensed the terror in the air. They cried because their mothers cried. They clung to skirts and arms, frightened by the heaviness in the atmosphere, confused by the adults’ broken voices and trembling hands.

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

The small frame, the freckles and similar hair colors…everything. Hayes was stunned to see the development before him and watching the women sob in each other’s arms, he felt a soft throb in his chest. Was it wishful thinking, that maybe just like that, his mother would walk through that door and come to him with a big smile and say she had survived the incident? Would Ethan..he shook his head. There was no way, miracles weren’t that reoccurring. “Why are they crying so much, shouldn’t they be happy to see each other?” The befuddled boy blinked and asked his grandpa who laughed lightly, “Sometimes when you’re overjoyed with so much happiness, you tend to cry as well. It’s called tears of joy

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

He's crying. It never surprises me because I have seen him cry. Last week, Effie and the girls had the boys watch a Japanese anime movie called A Silent Voice on N*****x, where a new girl gets bullied by a boy and other kids because she is deaf, and the boy tries to make amends later in the movie.

I would capture this moment for ever in this frame. “Please bhai/brother look at me …”, I shouted and he and uncle both turned their heads looking in my direction. I clicked them. “No more tears please .. Because …” “Priya hate tears …”, they singsong in unison. “Look who is saying this … our confused cry baby ", Krish butted in suddenly and I gaped him. “I am not a cry baby ", I crossed my arms across my chest frowning at him. “Yes you are ..you are actually having a cry sick. No matter whatever the situation is , for you opening the water taps must " , He pressed my nose button. I slapped his hand away scrunching my nose up.

I started crying. " Sshhh, I can feel you, but always remember that I am still here to be with you, and now we have another family to help us, there are Jordan and Kim," Liz said, " You need to be at your strongest when you're feeling at your weakest" She added I can't stop my eyes from watering, I just buried my face on Liz's shoulders and cried like a baby. Jordan

Crying will only massage his ego. So I bit my lower lip as my body trembled with frustration. He noticed. “How hard are you trying not to cry right now? Pathetic. He died right beside you and you couldn’t save him. You didn’t even notice.” The dam broke. I couldn't help anymore. “Please — tell me it’s a joke.” “Huh?” He raised a brow, surprised at my sudden switch and plea. I looked up at him, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Promise me you won’t cry when I let go of you.” As a response, Selena opened her mouth wide, digging her teeth into her shoulder, biting her hard. Cassandra shrieked, “Alright. Alright. No more talking now.” Selena sat up on her, glaring at her, “Of course I will cry. I will cry more than any other person that have been with you. I will cry for days until I run out of tears. I will keep crying until you—”

Each of them reached for one of Fiona’s hands, holding onto her as though that alone would keep everything steady. “Do you cry when you are happy, Aunty Betty?” Amelia asked, her curiosity peeking through the remains of her worry. “Hmm,” Betty hummed thoughtfully, tilting her head a little as she added, “Not all the time, but when I am very happy, I do.” “Mum, why don’t I cry?” Adrian asked, glancing over at Liora with a serious expression, as though this was something he truly needed to understand. Liora bent slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. “Hmm, well… because you are not big yet. When you are, you will cry sometimes.”