Hey don't cry.
The Matrix Reloaded Chateau fight scene, ok?
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Hey don't cry.
The Matrix Reloaded Chateau fight scene, ok?
hey, don't cry. goth people on the bus :)
"No, don't cry. Whatever you do, don't cry!"
"Omega. Let go of me! I am not crying!" He sniffed as he pushed the other away. "I got infected with a mild Reploid flu virus! And coincidentally, a dust shard went into my eyes!"
Don’t Cry...
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“How do you know what I’d care about? I do have feelings, y’know. I’m surprisingly thoughtful. If I didn’t want an answer, I wouldn’t’a asked.” She continued her trek nearer to him. “Just tell me, Spike.”
Spike sighed heavily. There was no getting rid of her. “Stupid, really,” he mumbled, looking up with his cheeks stained with water. “I was walkin’ past the shops on my way back from Willy’s Place, and... saw this antique clock sittin’ in a window display. It... it looked jus’ like a piece my mum had in our sittin’ room.” He drooped his head again and mopped his face. “Jus’... don’t get reminders like that very often. Hurt, deep.”
"No, dont cry--! Whatever you do, don't cry!"
Send me a ' no dont cry whatever you do dont cry! ' For my muses reaction on yours suddenly hugging them when they are crying
Mikkel just kept crying at that point, at first not realizing Samson was hugging her. After a moment, she was then wrapping her own arms around him tightly, burying her face into his neck, sobbing and shaking. Her fingers curled into th fabric of his shirt some, clinging to him. It was her way of seeking comfort, to try and hold on to something, someone to keep her steady. She could be the strong-hearted, confident Spy woman all she wanted. But she still crumbled. And she still fell. And it still seemed to scare her how much and how hard she could fall.
“Don’t Cry.”
Today wasn’t an easy day. It was an anniversary of something he never liked remembering. His grandfather was gone, and today was his birthday. He would have been home, sitting on the couch, eating his favorite meal, homemade yakisoba with beef. And of course he could have had some of his favorite whiskey, too. And he would have been on the couch with his grandfather, spending time with him and talking.
He missed something so simple so much. He sat on the bench in the park, watching the little remote controlled boats whizzing by on the water of the pond. His grandfather loved those little things. They could never afford a remote controlled one, but he made Josuke a boat from wood and paper when he was little, and they’d take it to the pond to sail it.
He didn’t even know how long he’d been crying. He knew when he arrived, the sun was still up in the sky, and now it was setting, but for some reason, the crying hadn’t even tired him out, and he couldn’t stop if he tried. He missed him so much. So much.
He looked up when he heard the grass crush, and things only got worse. He stiffened, flushing and covering his face with his sleeve as he desperately tried to wipe the tears away. "M-Mariah-sama! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were there...."
“Don’t Cry.”
//Oh I’ll make it hurt.
Josuke slowly hung up the phone, hands shaking nearly as much as his breath was hitching. Joseph… in the hospital… and he wasn’t doing well. There wasn’t much more the doctors could do, and he’d only found out about it through Holly, who called him to let him know. He knew something was up. Jotaro had been sounding different on the phone for a few days, now.
He knew he couldn’t visit. Suzie would be there, and she’d never liked him. The last thing he wanted was for Joseph to have to deal with that stress during his last days. He buried his face in his hands, slowly sliding down into his seat. What could he do other than sit there and cry?
He heard the door closing, and looked up to see Jolyne, looking at him. His face was red and covered in tears, and he must have looked so weak to a girl he’d always tried to convince he was so strong. He choked, wiping his eyes. “I-I’m sorry… I just found out…” He sighed shakily and looked away. “I found out about your great-grandfather…”
"Darling don't cry"
She buried her face into her hands. She did not want him to see her cry. A fearless ninja. Sobbing.
"I c-can’t, Shadow!" She sobbed in her hands. "Those ninja didn’t deserve to die on that mission! I did!!"