Will Byers Crying Novels & Stories

I turned to leave, but Bryle grabbed my arm, and I couldn't help but look at him. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't waste our time arguing. I just can't help getting annoyed because..." He seemed hesitant to continue. "I understand." Bryle pulled me in and gently kissed my forehead. "Stay here," he whispered. "I just need to get something." I didn't get a chance to ask what he was fetching as he immediately left. I sighed and was about to sit down when I heard a child crying. My curiosity got the better of me, and I walked in the direction of the crying until I finally tracked it down. A little kid was crying beside a tree, and I quickly approached and squatted down, "Hey,

She kept crying, she kept crying, her painful cry made everything in pain. Agonizing sobs rang out for a long time before she passed out from exhaustion. Crying was pouring down her smeared face, and she had puffy eye corners. When a five-year-old child witnesses his biological father murder his biological mother, he experiences a pain that few people can comprehend.

But I didn't want to upset him further. He shook his head, and his little hand reached up to gently brush the space between my eyebrows. "Mommy cried," he whimpered, his voice breaking as tears formed in his eyes. "Daddy's gonna cry too." He dissolved into sobs, and my heart ached at the sight of him, tears streaming down his face as he worried about me and his mother. I felt like my own heart would shatter as I watched the little boy cry.

He stood by the window with his back to us, his shoulders shaking very slightly, and I realised he was crying too, though he had tried to hide it. I climbed off the bed and crossed to him and put my arms around him. "Dad." "Whitney." "Thank you." "For what, my love?" "For wanting me. For taking me. For not putting me in the orphanage. For raising me like I was always yours." He could not respond. He just held me. Colby walked in a few minutes later, took one look at the three of us crying, and turned to walk right back out. He had always been uncomfortable with crying. It was one of the few weaknesses he possessed.

The brothers halted their bickering for a moment to watch me wiping the tears from my cheeks. "See? You've gone and made her cry!" Ryder gestured toward me, exasperated. "I made her cry?! And what? You just sat here quietly the whole time?" Tyler shot back before reaching out a supportive hand and clasping it over mine. I pulled away, taking them both by surprise.

This must be so much for him and I completely understand his breakdown. People began to quiet down as they heard my Dad weep, we were still standing outside. I appreciated it and it warmed my heart that they sympathized with him. Even made me forget that some were just booing me a few minutes ago. “Kyle, what’s the hold–” Brice whispered-yelled and then became silent when he saw my Dad’s state. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You okay, Kyle?” Brice asked caringly. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I’m getting there, she just…she looked like my Daisy when–” He choked again.

Tears welled in V's eyes as the baby cries filled the air, changing the atmosphere. "Awwn, I love you too. Mama is here. Stop crying, little one," She whispered, clutching the baby tightly as she rocked her. As if on cue, the baby stopped crying as she fixed her brown eyes on her mother's face. "Both of you are so cute. I'll leave you for a moment," Beatrice announced as she walked toward the other patient's bed. Pity washed over her as she stared at I that looked like she was about to pass out any moment from now.

“Hurry up and go to sleep, you two, or Daddy will beat you up.” Perhaps Tyr’s seriousness had scared one of them. One of the little ones began to burst into tears. Seeing that one of them had cried, the other one also followed. Almost immediately, the entire nursery was filled with their unceasing cries. Tyr was dumbfounded as Winifred expressed helplessness. “Look at you. You made them cry the moment you came home.” Winifred’s tone held a hint of reproach as Tyr stood by innocently and said, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

She wiped her unshed tears and laugh sarcastically. “Please, you didn’t see me cry, doc. The Luna of the pack should not cry. God, this is frustrating, I don’t want to shed tears but they’re so hardheaded.” Ember keeps on wiping every tear that graced her cheeks, she was embarrassed. She shouldn’t be crying in front of the pack’s doctor. “Please, just let it out, Luna. You’ve been a tough girl, it’s okay to cry if it’s too much.” Brynn smiled at her and helped her wipe her tears away.

“We’ll be waiting for you, Mommy, and we’ll celebrate our birthdays.” I began crying as I was getting into Carter’s car, and I looked out the window to see my children crying and Claire comforting them. I gave them one last wave before Carter started his car. “Scarlett, you don’t have to do this.” “Brother…” He was surprised that I was still crying. “I-I’m afraid…” “Scarlett.” I covered my face. “I’m afraid this is the last time I’ll see them… They’re still young.” I’m not certain why, but I became anxious that this might be the last time I saw and hug my children.