Will Byers Crying Novels & Stories

I was still crying, I hate my daddy why did he do that, Blake came over after I was dressed. I jumped from daddy's arms to my brother arms crying. Blake might not ge the most sensitive person but he can give a hug and cuddle when he sees me or Kayla crying. "What's wrong why are you crying?" he asks right away before turning his head to Elijah. "What did you do to my brother?" he asked in gritted teeths. "Gave him a shower" was Elijah respond calmly. "Toby, is that why you're crying?" he turns to me and I look down, he sounds angry at me. He always says I can't cry over stupid things and everything is stupid in his eyes.

The girl he still loved then hugged the girl and finally Baby could no longer hold back her tears. She cried while hugging the man. Only in this way can Baby vent all the emotions that are inside him now. "Crying because crying is not embarrassing and I'm here to hear everything you have to say." Baby's cries were getting louder, fortunately they were in a soundproof room. *** Bonito was surprised to find that his best friend's condition was messed up, not knowing what had happened but seeing the man's condition, it was certain that what happened to him was not trivial.

I whisper as tears run down my face. Bryan’s mother gets a tissue from her purse, she dabs the tears from her eyes, then gets a tissue for me and begins to do the same, “I know you do. But don’t cry. The pack must never see you cry. They follow you. If you are distraught, they will be distraught.” “Do you blame me? Does Bryan?” I ask while trying to calm myself.

She cooed but didn’t cry to be held. I turned to Carys. “How’s Bee Gees therapy going?” “It’s amazing. I had the album on a little while ago, and it put her in a really good mood. It’s a miracle. You see how she’s not even crying for you to hold her? I guess we weaned her off that habit.” “Who knew the answer was some high-pitched disco dudes all along?” I stood up. “Glad to help.” About fifteen seconds of silence passed, but I swear it felt like fifteen minutes.

I wiped my face quickly, trying to mask my tears as I took one last look at Mom before turning to leave. _____ I sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window. The weight of the visit crushed me, and no matter how hard I tried to keep it together, the tears came. I broke down, burying my face in my hands. “I’m so tired, Alexis,” I sobbed. “I’ve been trying to be strong for so long, but I can’t anymore. Byron took everything from me.” “Oh, G,” Alexis said softly, rubbing my back in soothing circles. “Let it out. Crying helps sometimes. It’s okay to feel this way.”

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

a familiar voice yelled in agony. “Jin?” I asked between tears shifting my eyes to the child who had been lying on the corner who I was sure was dead. He was slowly getting up as the rats which had covered some part of his body scattered off him. His lively, bright eyes had turned dull, almost like mine. “I’m sorry” I cried. “I’m so sorry, sorry” “NO!” he yelled in anger, causing the whole room to shake. I rapidly covered my ears still in tears. “I’m sorry!”

Lyla said with tears streaming down her face and Derry wiped her tears going silent, unable to answer her question. "My baby is gone," Lyla repeated in a feeble voice and more tears streamed down her face. Derry's heart ached and his own eyes became tearer but he held back his tears and tried to console her. He stroked the top of her head gently to calm her, but Lyla kept crying. Her tears started choking her, making it uncomfortable for her to breathe. Next, she went silent and shut her eyes. The monitor started beeping and Derry became anxious.

"Then he kept on blabbering, I tried not to scream once, and he got pissed off and raised the dial again. After that, I found myself lying here on this very bed." I watched Bee as she bowed down. Her shoulders started to shake, and the tears began dropping on her lap. She cried. I couldn't believe my eyes. "I'm sorry I was such a brat," she said as tears streamed down her cheeks. She tried wiping them off, but she couldn't stop herself from crying. Never did I imagine this girl to show any sign of weakness. She was strong no matter where I looked. "I'm back now," I said. "I won't let him do this to any of you."