Novel & Cerita When Nietzsche Wept

The sounds began to fade into a dull hum as Nathan collapsed into the dirt, shorn of his dignity. A single, hot tear welled in his eye and traced a path down his cheek. He touched the moisture, his fingers trembling. He had actually shed the tears of a broken wolf.

She wished that she could put a hold down on the tears and then let them flow freely once she got back home as she could definitely not afford for an accident to take place at such a time. It would be completely embarrassing if her tomb stone put 'crying while driving' as her cause of death. Not that that was what was important. Although Natalia did feel like her life was getting better, there were still some parts of the life that she was planning to leave behind— some parts that she felt that she had already left too, that she missed. Natalia felt that she would have melted under Piero's gaze if he had continued to look at her. For all that she knew, she was already melting, only that this

he pleaded and I tried not to throw up, tried not to cry but the world spun. “Nate, its past” I said slowly but Nate looked even more hurt by my words. “Please,” he cried. “Please!!” he begged some more and I looked away as tears left my eyes. “The child is gone, there is no use talking about a child you never wanted ,” I fired but Nate refused until I couldn’t see anything from the tears that formed thick drops.

Nathan said. "No, it's not your fault." Vesper winced out. "I wouldn't have forgiven myself if something happened to you. What kind of person would I be if I watched you getting attacked without doing anything?" "You literally put yourself in front of me, and I allowed it," Nathan replied. His eyes were bloodshot. It seemed he had been crying. "You placed yourself in front of me, and I could only watch you get mauled." He sobbed softly. "I am not dying, am I?" Vesper raised a brow. He chuckled softly.

Natty shook her head while smiling. “ What if it’s sad? It doesn’t harm to cry out of love. Our hearts are being tormented by the loss of our loved ones, it’s only natural that we cry because it hurts so much. I even cried for a few days, even though I knew she had betrayed me and didn’t deserve my tears. Then you, be more tormented than me because your love is right it just looks wrong.” Said Drak.

Nathan didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there beside me, his hand gripping mine tightly. Then I felt it. A tear falling onto my skin. I turned to look at him. Nathan quickly wiped his face, but it was too late. “You’re crying,” I teased softly. “I’m not,” he muttered. “You are.” He exhaled and shook his head. “I just… didn’t expect it to feel like this.” “Like what?”

Chapter 13: Mistakes Albert Camus once wrote, "Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken." But I wonder if there's no breaking then there's no healing, and if there's no healing then there's no learning. And if there's no learning then there's no struggle. But the struggle is a part of life. So must all hearts be broken? – Nathan Scott, One Tree Hill ********** I silently made my way into Nate's apartment, I felt so dirty doing what I was doing right now but I needed answers.

“And I’m going to marry her. That is already decided.” Nero’s eyes dulled with heartbreak. “You… really won’t let me have her, will you?” “No.” A long, defeated exhale left his lips. Finally, finally, he broke. He sank to the ground and held his head in both hands, shoulders shaking. Not crying. Nero never cried. But the emotion was spilling through every tremor in his body. I crouched beside him, placing a firm hand on his back. “This is the last time you grieve for her,” I said.

I cried. I don't know why I could not stop my tears. I am a man, and I must not shed tears carelessly, but here I am... crying like a kid who lost a game. Whining like a brat. I cried, and Nathalie simply watched me. She did not stop me, nor did she criticize my situation. She watched there and waited for me to calm down. "Johannes," "I'm sorry, Nathalie. I-I, I should have listened to you. I should have cared. I should not have pushed you a-away," I started eating my words as I cried. My chest feels heavy, and my headaches at every word.