Batman Cry の小説・ストーリー

The cold air was a slap, scouring away the stifling, recycled atmosphere of the boardroom. And there, alone with the keening wind and the distant sirens, Sabatine broke. It wasn’t a dramatic collapse. He didn’t slump or cry out. He simply leaned his forearms on the cold metal railing, bowed his head, and let the silent tears come. They were hot and furious, scouring tracks down his cheeks before the wind chilled them to ice. He wasn’t crying because of Roland Cross. The man’s poison was just noise. He wasn’t crying from the stress or the fear of the past days, though that was a part of the bedrock. He was crying because of Anton.

Dominic demanded me, and I shook my head; Dominic grabbed my wrist even tighter, "Get your hand off him and do as I say, Calliana." I knew Dominic was mad when he calls me by my full name,and he only does that when he's angry. I removed my hand from Bane's chest, and my heart ached at the loss of contact. A tear fell from my eyes; when I saw how disappointed he was. Hurt flashed through Banes's eyes, my stomach tightened. Bane took a deep breath and was walking away, and I couldn't let him leave, not without me. "Bane," I cried; I have no idea why I was crying. My heart was breaking, and I don't understand it.

Never! The front door creaked. Max’s small feet padded into the kitchen. I turned, forcing a smile, though my lips trembled with the effort. “Hey, baby,” I said softly. He rubbed his eyes with his little fists, his Batman pyjamas twisted around his tiny frame. “Mama, why are you crying again?” His voice was sleepy, confused, and it shredded something inside me. I knelt and opened my arms. He shuffled into them, warm and smelling of milk, sweat and innocence. I pressed my face into his messy hair, letting silent tears slip down my cheeks.

he pled crying "Don't you hear me, I said you're grown man , you can bath yourself!" I told him "No I can't, I can't, I can't" he scream throwing the electric lamb close to his bed, he kept throwing things and shouting "" he can't " I just stood there hearing his rants and cry I held my ears, tired of hearing his cries I didn't know when I said it"I'll do it , damn it , I'll bath you" He stop crying "you will?"

My own tears were about to spill over. "If you're sad… you have to cry!" Lily's voice trembled. "You can't hold it in all by yourself!" Silence. Then— "I'm here…" Her crying didn't stop. "I'll be with you…" "So… it's okay…" "You can cry…" Silence. Long. Very long. Then— A small voice. Broken. Like something finally cracking. I hold my breath. And then— Crying. Softly. At first. Then growing clearer.

She always did. My hands moved instinctively and wrapped around her. “It's okay.” She rubbed her face against my chest as she sobbed. “I'm so sorry.” Each sob tore something in me. I hated her sometimes but seeing her right now crying because of me, made me want to rip my heart out. I just made Caden cry. I didn't want to make her too. “Stop crying. I'm fine.” I told her with a smile. When I noticed she wasn't stopping anytime soon, I cleared my throat and yelled. “Isn't that BTS?”

Instead, this twisted cosmic joke of a universe presented me with a piece of jewelry. I collapsed backward. My head nearly cracked against the hardwood floor as a wave of hysterical laughter broke from my chest. I laughed until my chest seized, my throat constricting so tightly that the oxygen died in my lungs. “Zaka, if you can hear me..." I gasped out through the fit, bitter tears swelling in my eyes and tracking down my temples. "This isn't funny. It's not…” I swallowed hard and continued. “I almost lost my life for nothing.” Another tore through my lips, stretching my smile painfully.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

Not fear or disgust, but a mixture of amazement and horror. "You're dreaming?! I don't want to…'' cried Anindira, then moved backward. Anindira's instincts began to feel alarms that were different from hers. ''What's a dream?!... I have the ability to take you right now,'' cried the Batman with a very relaxed expression combined with a beautiful smile on his handsome face. ''I also got an addition, there are three women... tonight is my lucky day,'' shouted the Batman, chuckling with his friends who seemed to be standing casually behind him.