Why Do We Cry Novels & Stories

Mga manloloko! Inayos ko ang sarili ko pagkatapos dahil ayokong makita nila Mommy na umiiyak ako. I'm sure namamaga ang mata ko kakaiyak. Hindi ko alam paano sasagutin once they asked why I'm crying.

Leaving. Just hearing that term makes me want to cry. Just thinking that I will leave them tomorrow tears stream down my cheeks. They are neither happy nor sad tears. They are tears from every emotion I've ever felt or created in this place. They're tears of regret for not being able to remain. I'm wishing I didn't have to go. I wish I had more alternatives.

Tumingin ako sa taas nang lumabo na rin ang mata ko dahil sa luha. I don't want to see anyone suffering in pain. I hate it. I hate how they feel sad. I hate the thought of it. I hate being sad and in pain so much that it envelopes me and swallow me. Maybe that's why I'm a pushover, maybe that's why I can't say no to anyone. Isang nakabibinging tunog ang narinig namin. Kasunod no'n ang katahimikan. Kumalas sa akin si Chryszyler sa pagkakayakap. He's still crying. So am I...

No, I didn't know that I'm already crying. "We've come a long way, don't you think?" Trevor said, his voice cracking. And because Trevor's voice cracked, I started to let my tears roll down my cheeks. Why am I crying? Why there's pain in my heart? Humakbang ako palayo sa kanya at nagsimulang tumakbo. It doesn't matter where, all I want is to run away from him. I can hear him calling my name but I didn't even bother looking at my back.

Why am I always crying? "Yna," Greg softly called. Biglang huminto ang pagpasok ng sari-saring larawan sa utak ko. Bahagya akong kumalma dahil doon. Pero ramdam na ramdam ko ang panlalamig ng katawan ko. Nang bahagya kong nilibot ang mga mata ko ay wala na akong nakitang ibang tao. Kami na lang ni Greg ang nasa loob ng kwartong 'to.

kung bakit nga ba ganito na lang ang epekto niya sa akin. Why is it so easy for him to make me cry like this? Ni hindi ako umiyak noong nalaman ko ang nangyari sa parents ko. I never cried even during their funeral and burial. And even after that, walang luhang tumulo ni isa mula sa mga mata ko. So, why... why am I crying this hard over someone like him? Over something I can’t even fucking explain?

Parang alam ng mata ko kung kailan sila maging manhid, nakasuot mismo ng maskara. All because of those people who I care about. I cried for them, but I cried this time because of two different reasons. Tears of joy. And tears of being taken off the mask I've been wearing all along. All emotions poured out as if they were waiting at the right time to be left out. I never thought this is what it feels to cry all out. For everything that happened a single tear wouldn't let me see as weak, am I? “You are not weak, crying is not a reason for you to be called weak, sometimes the stronger one cries too.” cinmellowdy☪

Wala s'yang maisip na ibang paraan para patahanin si Yuan kaya niyakap n'ya nalang ito at hinimas ang likuran. "Stop crying, kid. They might think that I'm the reason behind those tears.." Humiwalay naman sa pagkayakap si Yuan at pinahiran ang mga luha sa kaniyang mata. "Men don't cry." Dagdag pa ng lalaki. "Don't mind what others might think about you... about us. Men can cry... because crying is normal. Did you know that crying helps you to release negative energy?" "So, if the time come that you want to cry, just cry. Mommy told me before that crying is not a weakness. It's actually a strength, because you're brave enough to let the world knows how you feel."

Agad kong pinahid ang luha kumawala sa aking mata. Hindi ko namalayang nakatakas na pala ang isang butil ng luha mula don. Damned it! Why the effin I am crying?! Nakakabaliw. Umiiyak ako ng walang rason.

Raven's voice pulls me back. I quickly blink, and that's when I realize it again—may luha na naman sa mata ko. "Why are you crying again?" he asks, this time a little more curious than worried. Parang hindi niya maintindihan kung paano sabay nangyayari yung smiling at crying. I shake my head lightly. "I'm not really crying. May iniisip lang." "Thinking makes tears?" he asks, genuinely confused. Napangiti ako kahit basa pa rin ang mata ko. "Sometimes... yes."