You Can't Stop The Tears From Falling Down Novels & Stories

Was it supposed to feel like this—like pushing through molasses, like constantly trying not to fall apart? I stopped halfway down the stairs and leaned against the railing, letting the tears fall where no one could see. I wiped them quickly. Then I kept walking.

I couldn't get out. And then the tears started to fall, and they would not be contained anymore. Down my cheeks, they poured in a hard, uncontrollable cry. I was trapped. And the worst part was-he knew it.

He said he was— No. It couldn’t be. A tear finally escaped my eye, falling down my cheek. I wanted to wipe it away, to conceal my emotions from him, but I was locked in place; I couldn’t move. I shook my head, ‘But… I don’t understand… How?’

I looked at the time on my phone and sighed, it was still eight. I got on the bed and groaned before looking up at the ceiling and sighing. I turned on the bed and sighed. Frustration had hit its highest when warm tears started streaming down my face. I sniffled silently and wiped my nose. I threw away the pillow when I noticed that my tears had made it wet, it landed somewhere on the floor. The downside of crying is that you never cry over the current situation, as you cry other emotions from past situations would swarm up your mind and only cause you to cry more. That choking feeling in your throat that makes you sob more and tears fall more was what was happening to me.

I walked into the room, and the moment I closed the door all the way, I lost the fight against the tears that crashed over me. As I consider I won’t get to see Sir Calix and Brianna any longer -- a sharp, overwhelming pain takes root in my chest; it’s a weight that sits on my spirit, dull and constant, a reminder of a loss I don’t know how to bear. I feel like I can’t do it, but I have to do it, I have to continue to live -- even without them. I wiped my cheeks and eyes. For a moment I swallowed my cry in annoyance. No matter how many times I wiped my cheeks and eyes, they wouldn’t dry because my tears wouldn’t stop falling.

The hurt is always there, just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow me whole A sob escapes my throat, the sound startling me in the quiet of the room. I don’t recognize it this broken, desperate noise that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. I press my hand to my mouth, trying to stop the flood of tears, but it’s too late. The dam has broken, and the tears pour out uncontrollably, like a river that’s been held back for far too long.

I am feeling it right now. Thinking. I kept on thinking. I can't handle it anymore. My tears are already falling. I don't know why but I just do. I tried to keep my mouth shut. I don't want to cause any noise. I don't want to but myself really contradicts me, I failed. I cry, and cry, and cry. I cry my heart's out. I burst out all the pain I'm feeling. I don't care about anything anymore, I just want to let go of this pain. I am deeply hurt.

Too… inevitable. “I don’t… I can’t…” My voice was barely a whisper, shaking as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I tried to blink them away, but they only made the world blur. I hated that I was crying. I hated that he made me feel this way. But I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop him.

My throat tightened. I didn’t speak. The tears came anyway, slipping down before I could stop them from smearing my makeup, and I let them fall.

"Why are you crying?" I didn't even realize the tears had started falling. I quickly raised my hand, aggressively wiping the wetness away from my skin, but the moment I stopped the first tear, another wave hit me. The walls I had built up all morning completely shattered, and the terror I had been suppressing came pouring out all at once.