When Nietzsche Wept Novels & Stories

, Nicole chuckles on hearing that. The thought of Nek crying comes to mind, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable at the thought of him crying; he acts so mature that the sight of him crying would be weird. “I can add to my memories that I’ve seen Nicole cry for a movie” Nek laughs, Nicole shoots a death glare at him, “at least no one took a picture” she says smiling at Nek. “I wanted to, but you were really crying; your tears moved me” he says smiling.

Nathan’s voice cracked as he finally spoke, his words barely audible through his choked sobs. The dam of emotion that had been holding back for so long burst forth, and he collapsed onto his knees, covering his face with trembling hands. His cries, deep and anguished, filled the room and echoed off the walls, a raw testament to the years of pain and torment he had endured in silence. Each gasp was jagged, each sob a note of grief mixed with the fragile hope that justice was finally within reach.

What was the use of crying? After all the tears, the truth remained: Valentino would never love him. And it wasn’t like Nathan liked the man, but the thought that his mate also rejected him, like Mikhail did, was too much to bear. The tears fell anyway, slipping down his cheeks. His sobs were quiet as he hunched over the sink, gasping. Nathan soon emerged from the bathroom, bathed, but he felt anything but fresh. He slid into his clothes and walked up to the bedroom door.

Nathan faced the raging darkness carefully. And quietly said: “You don’t actually want everything to break.” The rage convulsed violently. “YES WE DO.” Nathan shook his head. “No.” The network froze. His voice cracked gently. “You want someone to prove your pain mattered.” Silence. Absolute silence. The rage stopped moving. The observers stopped breathing emotionally. Humanity listened. Nathan swallowed hard. “People who truly stop caring don’t scream this loudly.” The emotional impact spread instantly. Because readers understood that too.

I do not know you anymore. Nikolai fell to his knees again. The pain was too much. The loss was too much. The sight of her in Lukas's arms, her eyes empty, her voice cold, was more than he could bear. He pressed his forehead to the cold stone floor and screamed. It was a raw, terrible sound, the scream of a man who had lost everything and had nothing left to lose. The walls shook. The ceiling cracked. Dust rained down from above. But Ela did not flinch. She just stood there, in Lukas's arms, and watched him break.

I sneered. “Nathaniel, I can’t....I can’t do that,” he said to me and then looked away. “It’s not that you can’t,” I said, “It’s more like you won’t,” I affirmed. His gaze swung back to me and for a moment I could have sworn that I saw a shimmer of tears in his eyes. That had to be a joke too because The Great Maximus had no empathy for no one other than himself. He was one self centered son of a bitch.

For a while we simply measured the emotions written on each other’s faces, and then, with a quick smile, Nathan dropped over the ledge. I didn’t go to the edge to watch how the wind caught his wings. I looked around the room again and sat down on the bed in despair. At first a single tear rolled down my cheek, then the others followed in turn, until it swelled into unstoppable sobbing. I don’t know how long I sat crying on the bed, but slowly it rocked me to sleep.

Just when I was about to give up, I spotted something suitable at the corner of the street. Returning to the bar, I saw that Neil had stopped crying, though he still shivered slightly. The bar staff were whispering among themselves, pointing at Neil as if mocking him. They didn't understand that this eighteen-year-old's tears were not a sign of weakness but of a life lived through extraordinary experiences. Even though I didn't fully understand him yet, I could sense his struggles.

“Hehe, I knew this day would come. The day where you finally realize who you really are, a pathetic, cheap prosthetic!” ‌ “Uh, dude. The word you’re meaning to say is prostitute, I believe,” Ned was unable to hold back his tendency to correct the musclehead. “Geez, good job in killing the mood, bonehead.” ‌ “Shut up! That was just a typo, and everyone makes typo these days! Stop being so judgmental, four eyes!” yelled Niels right in front of Ned’s face. “Stop being so uptight with your butt!” ‌ Ned rolled his eyes. “First and foremost, just because I’m nerdy and geeky doesn’t mean I’m wearing glasses, pal. You have eyes and you can see me not wearing any, it’s not like you’re reading a novel

As Nathan prepared to leave for the war, I found myself unable to hold back the tears. I tried to put on a brave face in front of him and Mrs Natalie, but as soon as they left, I retreated to my room and let the tears flow freely. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore, until my eyes were red and swollen. It was then that Nathan walked in, his expression soft and gentle as he saw me crying. Without a word, he sat beside me on the bed and pulled me into his embrace.