Novel & Cerita When Nietzsche Wept

All I have to tell Rene is that Nathan got killed, I don't have to bring up the werewolf hunter aspect. We're in front of the building but non of us move or say anything, we're just sitting in silence. I'm looking outside but at nothing in particular. He's gone, he's really gone. I knew it was all too good to be true. This is the universe's way of punishing me for betraying my roommate. I deserve a lot of things, like my book getting rejected eight times but not Nathan dying, not him. I haven't cried this much since I was slut shamed in college. I cried when my dad died but at least people were there to comfort me, in college I had no one and now it'll take more than saying "sorry for your l

"These aren't tears, my dear. They are fluid in the eyes. It's normal." I wondered if he knew what fluid meant but I had to say something and the more technical my words, the more believable they were. This type of logic had always worked on Nathan. He believed me if I gave him a lengthy explanation, whether the words were true or not. Neo turned to where his brothers were playing. "Nathan, Nick, mummy is crying."

He muttered and wiping his tears, I smiled and took steps closer to him, I caress his face, and wipe his tears with my thumb, and slowly I pulled him into my arms, “Who said men don't cry? Crying is not a sign of weakness, it's actually a sign of how strong that we are, you can cry on my shoulder as much as you want, I promise to wipe your tears” I said to him patting his back, he hugged me back so tightly and broke into tears, I've never seen Nile cry this much, we spent minutes standing in that same position hugging each other When he finally pulled away, he turned away from me

I managed to get my wobbly legs to work and walked to the bathroom to take a shower and wash off the stink of the club and the restroom. The fact that I almost got raped dawned on me when I was in the shower and I just stood there crying my eyes out. I didn’t think I was capable of crying anymore but I cried. I cried because I almost got rapped. I cried because I was in so much pain inside and I wasn’t sure of how to let it out. I cried because Nathaniel’s indifference was getting to me more than I cared to admit.

“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not in existence. Take air for example or love." “The fact that you bring up love in every argument says a lot about you.” “There are no absolute truths, Aiden. Only perspectives.” He shot me a doubtful look. “Whose words are those?” “Nietzsche.” “I married a philosopher.” I smoothed the satin of my dress, thinking of the books I had devoured over the last few weeks. “The least I could do before saying ‘I do’ was try to understand how your mind works.” “I don’t have a moral code. That’s the point of my beliefs.”

What man would refuse? The tears come then. Not the silent tears of last night, full of passive horror. These are violent, heart-wrenching. They spring from the depths of my chest, torn out by a feeling of total collapse. I'm not crying for my father, or for Volkov. I'm crying for myself. For the woman I've become. The desperate woman who uses the body of a near-stranger like a drug, an anesthetic.

Nathaniel didn't want to see her, that was for sure. The pillow was turning hot and wet slowly. Strange. She'd thought all her tears had been drained in the cave. Obviously, she was wrong. How much water did a human have to cry that much? And why would she even shed tears over a cancelled date? It was not like she liked him.

Nate typed away at this computer as the scenario began to loop in his head. If there is anything that he had earned from Ruby, it would be that it was okay to not be okay. It was fine to show emotion and not curl up into his shell when things went wrong. It was almost impossible for him, especially for someone who was dealing with his childhood trauma and was trying not to be a burden to anyone.

HER FALL, THEIR LAUGHTER Natalie collapsed to the ground, her face twisted with rage as tears streaked down her cheeks. She glared at Rhea with eyes full of venom, but her silent plea for sympathy was met with cold indifference. Not a single soul moved to her aid.

Nate lets out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head like I’ve just asked if wolves can fly. "Trust me," he says, eyes narrowing with that dark glint I remember too well. "When my revenge is done, you’ll hear about that bastard Alpha Prime's death long before I pour your next drink." I grip my coat tighter. "But you are just from telling me that grief hardens people… and I needed to forgive my mom before it destroyed me. Maybe you should take your own advice." His smirk fades, shoulders tensing as he looks past me. "My grief is different." His voice is low, and flat. "Now get going, I have a lot to do before I open this place."