Will Byers Crying Novels & Stories

IBIM Bevy was crying her, her voice was cracked and her sobs filled the bathroom stall, she was in. I was in the one next to hers, with my feet hugging my knees, in the most uncomfortable position on the toilet seat. I felt bad for listening to her cry, it felt like I was stealing from her, the privacy she had wanted but there I was as she cried for reasons unknown to me.

I let a few minutes pass while I feel my back getting wet, my son, he is one of those boys who find it difficult to say what he feels and also, he is very embarrassed to be seen crying. Albert is my little iceberg. An iceberg that is about to melt from crying so much while clinging to me. But, I let him vent. Better that than for him to hold in the pain and fear of being left without me. "Are you better?" I ask when I hear her slower, more leisurely whimpers.

Azariah Layne Anderson shed tears in front of Becky. This was loud, Becky had never seen a man cry in her entire life and what she just witnessed will be engraved in her memory till she dies. As she heaved a gentle sigh, she just decided to talk about it, but she kept silent because in this case, she was literally speechless.

Amara grabbed his finger. His face changed. "Oh no." "What?" "I'm in love." Maya smiled. "I know." Week six, Bisi called in crisis. "She won't stop crying. I've tried everything. Feeding. Changing. Burping. Walking. Singing. Nothing works." "I'm coming." Maya arrived to find Bisi in tears. Amara in full scream. "Give her to me." She took the baby. Walked. Swayed. Hummed. Amara kept crying.

Davis comes up beside us and reaches out to stroke my back. “It’s gonna be okay…” Davis reassures, his voice gentle. “No it isn’t,” I cry into Boyd’s chest. I’m so worked up that my whole body is trembling. I pull back, wriggling out of Boyd’s embrace. I look from Boyd to Davis, their eyes wide and filled with sympathy, and try to grasp at some semblance of composure. I wipe at my nose with a forearm- I’ve been crying so hard that it’s running- and brush the tears from my cheeks with my hands.

For a while, we stared at each other wordlessly. He opened his arms, and I fell into them and began crying. I hadn't meant to do that because you don't cry to one man about another man, but he didn't complain. He held me, stroked my hair, and used his thumb to whisk away my tears. And he allowed me to cry until I was all cried out. BJ ran into the room and halted when she saw Alexis in his human form. I quickly straightened and wiped away evidence of my crying. BJ ignored me. "Wolf," she said.

He loved doing it to me, so why was he crying right now? “You can’t take the pain that you gave me?” I snarled at him before bringing my fist to his nose, breaking it too. “You don’t like to be on the receiving end. Is that why you’re crying like a fucking pussy? I never cried no matter what you did.” ‘You have every right to end him right now. Nobody will think badly of you. If you want him to suffer, then you have to stop so that he doesn’t die from blood loss. Byron and I support your choice, babe. Always and forever.’

I instantly covered my mouth with my palm to stop myself from making a sound. My vision, already blurred through my cracked glasses, became worse as tears filled my eyes. I fell to my knees in front of the slightly opened door. I could feel bile rising in my throat, making my mouth taste bitter. I swallowed the sob that escaped from my pathetic, broken cry but I couldn’t stop watching. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the horrifying scene unfolding right in front of me. I watched as they reached their climax together, their cries filling the room like knives driving deeper into my chest. When it was over, Brayan collapsed beside her.

Gather information. “Okay, I won’t run. But I’m coming with you,” I said firmly. Brie looked really nervous and started to shake her head to refuse me while mumbling something about rest so I started sniffling. “Are you crying?” She asked me incredulously. “Please don’t cry,” She said softly as she tried to console me. Honestly, it wasn’t very hard for me to cry. I already felt really sad but wasn’t exactly sure why. It was weird but it was probably the accident that was messing with my hormones.