Will Byers Crying Novels & Stories

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

"Mom! I'm here! Please help me! I can't breathe! "Mom! Aren't you a good swimmer? How can you just stand there and watch me die? I'm carrying your grandchild, for crying out loud! I regret jumping in. I'm so scared. Mom, please save me!" Sarah's desperate cries pierced the hearts of everyone around her. Her struggle was agonizing to watch. A crowd began to gather. Ignorant of the truth, they pointed at me, and their voices rose with outrage.

she pointed to herself, her body shaking from the sobs. Bryan didn’t understand what was going on. He tried to piece it together, but it wasn't fitting. Mrs Clampett, crying, not just before her son, but before her son’s friend also… something fascinating must have happened. He tried to ignore it but he couldn’t, slowly, he let his ego lose and walked up to his mum. “Well, stop crying” he managed to say, he sighed heavily and then sat beside her on the other chair. He held her hands “Mum, please stop crying”

“I don’t care if that man died because of me.” The words settled heavily between us. “Because they deserved everything that happened to them.” Something inside me cracked completely after that. I didn’t even realize tears had started falling until my vision blurred. My breathing shook suddenly. My legs felt weak. I stumbled backward slightly. Hayes stood up immediately. “Easy.” His hands caught my arms quickly before I could lose balance completely. Then suddenly I was crying into his chest. Ugly painful crying that made my whole body shake. Hayes held me tightly immediately.

Blakeley muttered and pulled Bryar into a hug. ********** AN HOUR LATER Blakeley sat in the hallway with Bryar in her arms, she ran her hands through her hair while Bryar played with her fingers. They were waiting for the doctor's report. Bryar suddenly looked up at her mother and noticed she looked away. “How are you okay with this?” Bryar asked and Blakeley looked at her. “I am not.” She replied softly. “How are you not crying? You don't even have an expression on your face.” “It's hard to cry.” She replied.

Not only had he lost his mother, but also his wife and unborn child. Her soft brown eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. “I’m sorry to hear that, Byan,” Kia murmured hoarsely. “You must’ve been so devastated.” “I’m okay now.” Byan kissed her forehead gently in gratitude. “Why do you always cry when I tell you my story, hmm?” he teased, half amused, half fond as he playfully pinched her nose. He remembered how she had sobbed herself to sleep in his car after he had shared the story of Alana and their unborn child.

He has witnessed firsthand the bitter relationship with my dad which only seems to worsen when Grandpa died. When I was done with my narrations, Will, Jeff and Phoebe were in tears while Dr Charles was surprised. Will was so emotional that he pulled me into a hug and Jeff—who is always quiet and reserved, joined Will in hugging me. Phoebe stood at the foot of the bed, gripping the edge with force, silently crying.

Byers' office door opened, revealing the devil himself. Ricardo's blue eyes were dead cold, and even Lisa's stubborn side couldn't keep her from feeling it coldness. His jaw lines were very tight, and his lips formed a straight thin line. Within a blink of an eye, Mr. Byers was no longer standing in front of Lisa. Mr. Byers screamed in agony. He had no idea what was going on and tried but couldn't get up. Ricardo stormed up to him, yanked him up, and smacked him across the face.

She wipes my eyes, I realise my cheeks are slightly wet with tears. It feels like a lifetime ago since I cried. Since the dam broke, it has become easier but I don’t want to cry, I want to be strong for my girls. “Don’t cry, Daddy,” Bren says, Wyn supports with a nod. “Don’t be sad.” I hide my face in the crook of her neck, I can’t be sad with my girls around. I still have two of them. Alive and breathing without the aid of a machine. Vaguely registering Wyn’s arms on my neck, I stay like that for a while till I am certain my eyes will stop leaking. She taps me. “Is that why you did not go to work?”