Why Do We Cry Novels & Stories

Ngumiti ako ng pilit. "Momma why are you crying?" Bigla akong nataranta, kinapa ko 'yong mukha ko at nangingilig nga ang mga luha ko mula sa aking mga mata. Tila lalo tuloy akong naiyak dahil sa tono ng boses ni Sunny. "Mamimiss ka kasi ni momma e," naiiyak kong tugon. "Mamimiss ko din po kayo, momma. Pero 'wag na po kayong mag-cry kasi po diba sabi niyo everyday naman kayong magca-call kay ate Grace 'di po ba? Sige na po, stop crying na momma..."

After several blinks of my eyes, the tears that were trying to escape did not make it past the corners of my eyes. It's all right, Jaydie. As you mentioned, your attitude is complicated, and no one, with the exception of your friends, is willing to get involved in your behavior, so don't cry because that's normal. You are not required to explain yourself to everyone, because they are not even deserving of it.

Hoping that I would say yes, but instead of answering him, I cried. I cry because of frustration. I cry because I was hurt, I'm in pain. I cry because of my son lying inside that fucking ICU room, and I don't know how to help him. I want to ask him if I am not good enough that's why he needs someone else just to pleasure him?! That I didn't pleased him in any way? Am I lacking? What's wrong with me? But all of those questions just hang in there, especially when I saw him crying like me... Like he was in pain too.

Ni-hindi ko man lang naramdaman ang pagtulo ng luha sa mga mata ko. What the hell am I even crying for? -x

napapaos na tanong niya sa akin nang mapansin ang mahabang pananahimik ko. I parted my lips to speak but I couldn't say anything. Napayuko ako upang itago ang nagbabadyang mga luha. My eyes welled up more and my vision became blurry. Tears immediately ran down my cheeks. Kinagat ko ang ibabang labi at tinutop ang bibig ko upang pigilan ang paghikbi. "Hey... why are you crying?" Marahan niyang inangat ang baba ko at sinubukang hulihin ang tingin ko.

"I don't wanna see you cry, Lawliet. Stop it, you're making me feel bad, I made my wife c–" "Rio! Can you please mind yourself first? Hindi ako ang namatayan! I'm crying because I can see that you're pretending to be okay, I am here, you can lean to me, Rio. I'm not making you feel bad, you're the one who's doing it to me. I feel so useless!" Mas bumuhos lang ang luha ko dahil sa inis sakanya, tears flowing down on his cheeks while he's still wiping mine. "Hush now, baby."

Bakit ko ba iniiyakan ang mga taong wala naman pake sa akin. Tumingala ako para pigilan ang luha pero patuloy itong nagilid sa aking pisngi. Para itong gripo na ayaw paawat sa pagtulo. I'm not a cry baby. I shouldn't be crying. They don't deserve my tears. But the more I stopped it the more it keeps falling.

His heart dropped. “Fuck…” he mutered under his breath, barely audible but laced with disbelief and rage. Then his eyes settled below the picture. It was a note. Will you be able to find her first… or will he? His vision blurred. Heart tightening. And brain pounding. He never shed a tear before. Even when his father told him his mother was dead because he was taught that crying will only make him weak and won’t help resolve the problem. But now, he can’t help it. Hinayaan niyang tumulo isa isa ang mga luhang kanina pang nagbabadya. Everything is so f’cked up. He’s lost. He silently cried.

Muli niyang hinalikan sa noo ang ama niya bago siya humarap sa akin at lumapit. Nakatitig ako sa mga mata niya. Parang gusto kong punasan ang luha sa pisngi niya pero pinigilan ko ang sarili ko. Huminga ako nang malalim bago ko iangat ang palad ko para punasan ang luha na bumasa sa pisngi niya. Nagulat siya sa ginawa ko, ako rin ay nagulat. Mabilis kong binawi ang palad ko nang siya na mismo ang nagpalis ng luha niya. I can't afford to see him that way. I mean, I don't want to see anyone cries in front of me. I just can't. His emotions are valid to make him saddened.

Nakaka pagod nang umiyak ng umiyak. When I'm sad, I cry. When I'm hurt, I cry. When I'm in pain, I cry. When I miss my son, I cry. When I'm angry, I cry. When I'm happy, I cry aswell. Every emotion is associated with tears. Nakaka sawa. Nakaka pagod.