Will Byers Crying Novels & Stories

Seeing the boy weep his heart out, she panicked. “H-hey, please stop crying,” she said, trying to calm him but aside from her words no longer getting through because of his sobbing, she’s afraid touching him will just aggravate him more. Just then, a familiar series of beeps from punching in the passcode sounded from the door along with the musical beeping as it opened. And obviously, as the door opened, Jeffrey’s cries that reverberated from all four corners of the room also reached the door. “What’s going on here?”

I hadn't even realized I was crying. The worry in Bryson's eyes turned to full panic. "What is it? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" His questions kept firing. I shook my head. "No…it's just…it's just…that's so sad. That poor Luna." A sob shook my chest and I watched as Bryson's panic turned to compassion. His arms reached out and wrapped around me, pulling me tightly against him. Without pause, I buried my face into his chest and clung to the back of his shirt.

Parker Bennett. Confused to see that William is crying, holding Emma’s photo I ask him, “Why are you crying over Emma’s photo?” He, seeing that he was surprised, stood up quickly, wiping away his tears. He cracks a smile and says, “It’s nothing, Parker. Forget it.” I frown and say, “Ah-ah, William. I cannot let go. You’re crying, man! It's rare to see you cry. You didn’t even cry when your parents died.”

Screams after scream break out of my lips as I struggle furiously in their hold, refusing to accept. Pain rakes through my body as I jerk in their arms, causing their fangs to sink deeper. “LET GO OF ME!!! PLEASE!!!” I scream, tears rolling down my eyes. The knowledge that they are going to die is so fresh in my head that it has me bursting into sobs. “You are ours. Nothing will change that, not even you.” Tyler growls, eyes brimming red as he snatches me by the elbow. “You do—nt understand.” I mutter, my voice cracking as more tears runs down my cheeks. Ryler’s tongue darts out running the wet skin along my cheeks, swiping off my tears. “Now, now princess we can’t have you crying.” he rasps

Now she was trapped in one. Her eyes fluttered open as we entered. “Oh, good.” My mother blinked. “Good?” Billie gestured weakly around the room. “Everyone’s already crying. You look like you’ve attended my funeral already, Mom.” A shocked laugh escaped Tyler. Then another. Suddenly we were all laughing through tears—raw, desperate, grateful laughter. Because that was Billie. In pain,Scared, Dying and still trying to hold us together. “You collapsed,” I said, moving to her bedside.

We have our rooms, our offices, everything we need, but under strict conditions. My boots thud softly against the polished floor as I hum a tune under my breath, trying to distract myself. But the sound of muffled crying stops me in my tracks. I freeze. No way. That can’t be Ryder. Ryder doesn’t cry. He’s the strongest man I know. Hell, the guy didn’t shed a single tear when his neck was nearly ripped open during training, he stood stoic, unshaken. But now… I step closer to his door, straining to hear, and the sound of broken sobs grows louder.

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.

"She does look cute when she cries though." "So cute." "This is old guys. It's been two days." "Yes. Well, we've never seen you cry." Fay said. "Yeah. We missed the last one." Lacey turned to Anita. "Last one?" "Yeah. When you saw Dennis and Jody." Another reminder. "I didn't cry." "Really?" Bethany almost gasped. "At..." "Drop it guys. If she cries I'll hurt you both." Fay warned before Bethany could continue.

I mumbled, As I stood up, he kept crying but without making any other reaction. " What? " He asked me while wiping the tears away. " Why are you crying? " " I, don't, know. " He asked me wiping them again. " I must be broken. " He kept wiping them and laughing, I didn't understand but I felt deep pain watching him or Riley crying like that. I touched his eyes helping him to wipe his tears. " Tears are falling when someone is sad, are you sad? " I put my hands up his shoulders, his eyes teared up again but he couldn't talk.

The sudden appearance of the young master, who she thought had already left for work, choked back the tears she was about to shed. Bia shook her head, answering, "It's nothing, sir." But she didn't turn around or look at him. "I heard Bian crying earlier." Adrian stepped into the room. He had been getting dressed when he heard Bian's cries and rushed through what he was doing so he could come over, worried. Even though the crying hadn't lasted long, Adrian, who had truly come to accept the chubby boy—his affection for him having fully bloomed—had grown rather sensitive whenever he heard his son cry.