Why Do I Cry And Laugh At The Same Time Novels & Stories

I shouted at him, raising my fist as if to hit him. He glared at me fiercely for a couple of seconds, realizing he was in the wrong, and left in a hurry. After that jerk drove away, I couldn't help but burst into laughter until my stomach hurt. I crouched on the ground, holding my belly, continuing to laugh. I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my face. I didn't know if I was crying or laughing. Gradually, I wasn't sure if I found it funny or if I felt sad, but who cares? My life has always been like this, filled with chaos and contradictions. Whenever I try to go right, I end up going left; whenever I do something with good intentions, it turns out bad; just when I think I'm lucky, mi

He stopped and gave me the evil eye, "You need to stop joking around. What you are going through is serious and it hurts you to laugh." I said, "I know, but if I don't laugh, I'm going to cry. I hate crying."

It wasn’t a happy laugh because nothing was funny but I still laughed anyway. I stood there, outside the house, laughing like someone who had lost her mind. The kind of laugh that comes out when you feel so hurt and so confused, that your body doesn’t know what else to do. My chest shook as I laughed harder, louder, and longer until it turned into something else that I didn’t see coming, tears.

I groaned and held my head, closing my eyes tight till it ebbed down. Ryu... I started to laugh. How I felt exactly? Even I didn't know. There were so many emotions. Fear, anger, hatred. But the greatest was despair. I wanted to disappear. This feeling... I didn't like it at all. I laughed and laughed. I didn't know why I was laughing. Nothing was funny but I was laughing. My heart was aching but I was laughing. My head hurt but I was laughing. I felt empty but I was laughing. It wasn't until I felt my wet cheeks that I stopped. I touched my face. I was crying. Why was I laughing and crying?

“Mommy is just happy, that’s all.” “I thought people only cry when they are sad.” “No, baby… sometimes people cry when they are happy too.” Woah,” Emily gasped wide eyed upon the insight from her mother. “I didn’t know that people also cry when they are happy, mommy. I want to cry now because I am happy to see you.” Maggie smiled at her again with swollen eyes. “There’s no need for that, honey. You can still smile if you are happy.” “Okay, mommy.”

And I remembered the way she died, alone and broken, because of me. I felt a lump form in my throat, and before I knew it, I was crying. But it wasn't just tears of sadness; it was also tears of laughter. I was laughing at the absurdity of it all, at the cruelty of fate, at the pain that had been inflicted upon me. As I cried and laughed, I felt a strange sense of release. It was as if I had been holding onto all this pain and anger for so long, and finally, I was letting it go.

His face did something I did not have words for, something that started in his eyes and moved through his whole face, slow and complete, the expression of a man receiving something he had been certain about and finding the certainty confirmed and feeling it anyway, fully, as though the certainty had not softened the landing at all. "I told you," I said. Very quietly. Something between a laugh and a sob came out of me. I pressed my free hand over my mouth and it did absolutely nothing. My eyes were already wet and the laugh and the cry were happening at the same time and I could not have separated them if I had tried.

At the hope and confusion and anger all mixed together in his eyes. Then, suddenly, I laughed. I laughed so hard I had to bend over, clutching my stomach. Tears spilled from my eyes. Hot tears that I couldn't stop. The laughter came from somewhere deep inside me, from somewhere broken and hurt. Rowan's face darkened. His whole expression changed into something ugly and furious. "What the hell is so funny?" he snapped. I wiped my tears, still smiling bitterly. The smile hurt my face.

I sat on top of the car, and I could hear him cussing me out inside. I thought, "Austin, even if I survived the mountains, I would be resting in bed from the shock. I wouldn't have the energy to bring up a divorce." After my death, my body could no longer produce tears. Still, I touched my dry eyes as I yelled into the night. I called Austin a jerk, but only I could hear my own voice. Luna chuckled like she had just won a battle. "Let's drink! Forget about Ruby. I've called Howard and the others to join us. Let's drink until we pass out!"

And then I was crying. Not pretty crying. Not silent tears sliding down gracefully. It was ugly and sudden and uncontrollable, tears spilling over as I laughed at the same time, my chest heaving like I had been holding my breath for years and only just remembered how to exhale. Freya’s expression shifted instantly. “Eliza?” she said softly. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, wiping at my face uselessly. “I’m so happy, I just… I don’t know why I’m crying.”