Will Byers Crying Novels & Stories

By hearing the news, he barged in to the room shouting: "WHERE is dado..tell me she's ok... Hayat please" he was crying and his eyes were red... "why you stop pumping...Why you people stop pumping...I will do it for her..." HE was moving here and there shouting. I have never seen him so raw.He was always in control of his emotions. "I would do it for her thousand times, If it makes her alive.Please tell me Haya she's ok."..tears were rolling uncontrollably through his face.

I can't lose her. "are you gonna give Tyler to them dad? ",she sobs. Her tears killed me and I pulled her into my arms rocking her. She clutches at my shirt as her tears soaked it. Oh my baby my wolf sniffles. Who the bitch now I chuckle at him. Oh fuck you bitch boy I can't handle her crying he fumes at me.

He suddenly squeezed his face and I guess he must have noticed the tears I was trying so hard to hold back. He suddenly caressed my cheeks and I slapped them off. I suddenly began crying out loudly even though I knew this wasn't supposed to lead to tears. I just wanted to reduce the load on my chest. "Oh my goodness! Babe, what's happening? Who is making you cry? Talk to me, you have been acting weird since last night and now, you're crying. Baby, please talk to me, you're scaring me. Seeing tears in your eyes brings so much sadness to my heart." Tyler said worriedly as he tried to grab my hands, but I slapped them away.

And started to move to left. "Hayl he is gone. It's fine we are fine. It's just me now. It's okay. Please open. I won't do anything. I promise " I begged her on the door, when her cries were over bearing. I can feel the tears of her on my face. Not that I can feel the same thing she is going through. But hearing her cries, were making me teary. Thinking about her and uncle being the one involved was breaking me. I wanted to crush that man. But I wanted to cry right now. Too. And infant do that because I have to be support for Hayl. If I'll break. She won't be able to join again.

Bryce had made it to the hospital and was sent to the waiting room , he had found a chair at the corner of the room that had a window overlooking a garden, he then sat down and took stock of what he had just seen;how afraid ,alone, and worried he was feeling . Bryce seldom cried; the last time he cried was when he lost his father in an accident he blamed himself for, and to this day still felt guilty. The accident happened two days before his eighteenth birthday; there was an important rugby match that was coming up at school that week all the talent scouts where going to be present

He tries to muffle my voice. My whole body is shivering, feeling cold and clammy. "Help me!" I scream, tears falling down my eyes as my wrists are bleeding. I'm screaming in desperation and half beaten, where's the hope in that? I try to steel myself, try to keep the sobs inside, but they burst out anyway. Tears fall, dripping down as I erupt a desperate squawk. “Oh, she’s crying! Bro, making her cry more and louder.” The other men burst into laughter.

What, is he crying? "Mr. Baidwani, I can understand how you must be feeling seeing her in pain but please hold your tears back for when she will wake up, she would not want you to cry." And, Mrs. Rossi confirms my doubt! He is crying! I have never seen him cry before, because he never cries. At least infront of me. But I know that he cries too in the dark of the noght, alone. I have seen him once as he was crying silently while holding onto a picture frame, which turned out to be my mother's.

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

Brianna’s method of stifling her sobs might be making it hard for her to breathe. “Baby, you can cry as long as you want without holding back your voice.” She shook her head. “You can do it,” I convinced her. “Didn’t I tell you no one would be angry if you cried with your voice?” She still shook her head, saying she still didn’t want to cry with her voice making a sound. “Do you remember when you cried with a sound? Daddy Calix didn’t get angry, I didn’t complain, no one got angry. We were all happy to hear your voice...”

Avery’s voice quivered, quite apparent that she was crying, which was something Alex could not understand. “I’ve been trying so hard to ignore this, but it is not working.” Alex confessed. “What? What is it?” Avery asked, curiously. “Why’re you crying?” Alex snapped. “You’re the one breaking up with him, why are you crying if you don’t want to be with him?” “It’s so confusing, and pretentious and stupid!” “Stop crying, you’re making it difficult for him. Do you think he’s strong? Do you…” “The babies are missing!” Avery interjected.