Romans & histoires Joker Cry

I sat on top of the car, and I could hear him cussing me out inside. I thought, "Austin, even if I survived the mountains, I would be resting in bed from the shock. I wouldn't have the energy to bring up a divorce." After my death, my body could no longer produce tears. Still, I touched my dry eyes as I yelled into the night. I called Austin a jerk, but only I could hear my own voice. Luna chuckled like she had just won a battle. "Let's drink! Forget about Ruby. I've called Howard and the others to join us. Let's drink until we pass out!"

He gripped Jade's chin to looked more at her face. "NO! no, no! Don't touch me! Why I am here. Javen, Javen, hu, hu, hu," Jade started to cry. "FUCK! your cry is even sexy. Unfortunately, your husband can not see you anymore." the guy, name Bobby exclaimed gladly. "No, no!" Jade became hysterical. "Javennn, Javen! Help!" Jade crying and shouting. "Hey baby girl, you can shout as much as you want here. Nobody can hear you." Bobby and his two subordinates laughed loud.

I sank onto the edge of the bed, the harsh light of reality flooding over me, tears welling up in my eyes before cascading down my cheeks in a silent stream. "Why are you crying?" Alpha Jax's voice thundered beside me, pulling me from the depths of my sorrow. I turned to him, his gaze fixed on me, searching for an answer to his question, but all I could manage was a wordless glare, my emotions too raw to articulate.

I fell back in with the water entering my mouth. I came back up to the surface coughing up like a hag and let out a laugh. I looked at his face and my laughter died down when I saw that his eyes were red from crying and his face sour. He was breathing harshly and let out a curse while passing his hands through his hair in frustration. " Why the fuck would you do that sick joke Lily?" He shouted. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking." My voice barely a whisper. It was obvious by his state that it had scarred him.

His joke was supposed to make me smile, but for some odd reason, the joke hit me wrong and I started crying "Uh, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Is anything hurting?" A startled Jace asked frantically, checking my body for any damage. "I want to go back to my old room in the pack house." I cried out. "Like hell, that will happen. What's wrong with this room? Don't you like it anymore? I thought you loved the window view of the forest, if that has changed, tell me and I'll have Alice prepare another room for you." His face dropped to a cold mask.

I don't want to leave it with me dying in a pool of blood and you crying. -You see? Right there you have made a mistake- He puffed out his chest and I held back a laugh. He got very macho when he wanted to -Do not Cry. I was sad, but that was because I had a cold and my eyes were watering. That you were dying in front of me did not cause it. Nothing can make me cry, Mrs. King. He winked at me and I laughed.

Jake It is his tears that keep his soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what has been, yet only carry him forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from his brain. So perhaps it may be an oddity to thank his tears and be proud to cry, yet if that's what saves him from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow, then crying is the smartest thing he could do.

"I'm just concerned, you're the only friend I have" He pulled a sober face and then burst into laughter. "You're weird you know that right? You're cringing me out with those eyes" he said and then shook his head. "Joker" I commented, kicking my feet at the edge of the desk. "Believer" he snapped back and I shook my head, laughing with him too but I never meant that. He kept my hope high and he's so unreadable. I was really mad but then I only exhaled softly and gnashed my teeth.

The devil already facing me, maybe because I scream a while ago. “Did someone hurt you inside the comfort room?” he greeted me with a dominant smile in his face. I made myself closer to him. Fist close… I look like a kettle want to burst in fury. But I keep myself controlled because… My tears already fall to my cheeks, responding Joeff’s misbehavior he did to me. The bad expression seen on his face was gone. He was shocked seeing me cry. Until I cry like a baby. Screaming and no words come out my mouth.

I started to cry again, this time loudly and girl-like and Francis started to freak out again. “Phoenix, pull it together, would ya?” he said through gritted teeth. I was a crier. Whenever something bad happened to me, I cried. Whenever something bad happened to Jackosn, I cried even though he just laughed it off and pretended it was no big deal. I could almost imagine him awake in the hospital, his handsome face cut and bruised until we looked nothing alike, while I cried my eyeballs out and he laughed at me and said “Phee, you look like a cross between a panda and a tomato. Stop crying or I’d take a picture and post it online.”