Cryreads Stories

Dear Husband, I wish you all the best. I am letting you go. No more secret glances. No more secret calls. No more secret box. No more longing looks and quiet sighs. I don't want to hear you mumble her name in our bed at three in the morning with your bourbon breath anyway. Go ahead. Love the love of your life freely. Fly to her. Set me free. Just your wife for now, Soon to be your ex-wife, Never been your love, Matilda Whitmore.

This is not merely a collection of poems, These are pieces of my soul, like scattered light, still shine in quiet wholeness. The poems carry the whole of me within. The things I am too scared to say or admit all bound up in different poems. Some will be relatable and some will be heart wrenching so are you ready for a good cry??

People say some promises are meant to be broken. I don't believe that. My sister asked me to make her one promise, and I'd do anything to keep it-even if it means putting my own life on hold. But no one tells you that grief changes people. That time keeps moving, even when you're begging it to stop. Or that the hardest promises to keep are the ones that ask you to let go. If I could go back, I'd choose her every time. Instead, all I can do is hope I'm strong enough to keep the last promise I ever made.

Every month, a single handwritten letter appears somewhere on campus. No name. No signature. Just words that somehow find the person who needs them most. The students call the anonymous writer The Goodbye Writer. When journalism student Lia Villanueva decides to uncover the identity behind the mysterious letters, she never expects the quiet literature student who always keeps to himself to become the center of her investigation--or her heart. As the letters begin changing lives across campus, Lia discovers that some people hide the deepest pain behind the gentlest smiles. And sometimes, the person who saves everyone else is the one silently waiting to be saved. In a story about love, loss, healing, and the power of words, one question remains: Who is writing the goodbye letters... and why do they sound like a farewell?

Before the anxiety Before the overthinking Before the " Why didn't you tell me? " There was an eighteen-year-old girl who thought she'd found her happily ever after. " I thought first love would teach me how to love. Instead, it taught me how deeply people can change because of it " A letter to the girl who didn't know that her first love could be the most beautiful and the most painful chapter in her life.

These are sad oneshots, some of them will have Happy🖤 endings but others will have Sad💔endings I really hope you like them!!

have you ever laid in bed, thinking "does it all matter?" The pain that you've felt after you lost a loved one, be it heartbreak or death. The fact that the voices in your head grow louder each time a tear falls from your watery eyes. This voice is telling you over and over again that you did something wrong for them to leave, that you were a mistake. Have you ever had those days when you watch as time goes by, hoping that your pain will fade away. but, of course it doesn't ? then why ? why continue ? simple. cause of the moments of happiness you've spent with loved ones. and the fact that everything is temporary.

How many can relate to this feeling?

[ALMOST COMPLETE] Poems written through a time of heart break and resurfacing from it, fixing self and identity lost in the process. **PREVIEW** "yo who knew i man, who knew i would fall so hard become so scarred that i would cry and want to die when wake at night and through daylight i only see man, you and me"

"promise you'll take care of her" Anubis, now holding back the black tears threatening to fall, furiously nodded his head to her request as he pulled the frail woman closer "please, stay for one last time let's forget about everything else, don't leave me" placing his forehead on hers he stared at her baby blue eyes, his coarse hand making it's way to her ,now, wet cheeks as he crashed his chapped lips onto her pulp ones, not giving her the time to react ~ Azia , the goddess of Life, crosses paths with her so called nemesis Anubis , the God of Death, however they both soon find themselves falling for each other, writing their own fates even if it means for the future of the world to crumble in their blood-stained hands.

Just some sad quotes I found here and there I hope you like them!!

Imagine your last minutes on these earth, being told that you were lied to , for your entire life, knowing that you will never find out the truth.

A short bittersweet story. What happens when best friends fall in love, and it ends abruptly??

Im Just putting crap from my notes in here

[I gave her death wrapped in a veil called "honey, you must adapt to survive"...] she was waiting for me to help her get where she wanted to... but I... I never showed up...

Here are some of my Novellete from my previous account. Some of them are tragic hehe. Hope y'all like it!

I write when people see me cry.

do you love me?

A raw, nostalgic, and quietly devastating story about love, memory, and what it means to hold onto someone who no longer exists anywhere but in your heart. This will hurt. It's not just loss. It's the slow, sickening realization that your love was never enough to anchor them here.

Dominique Lee is not a typical guy you want to be with, he doesn't care to any people around him all he want is to inherit the company that his father runs, but his father have one condition only if Dominique will have a child. Shekinah Rosette Quebrar is a cheerful girl that living miserably afar from the city and working as an office staff to a small company but they fired her. Because of some difficulties to find another work some people help Rosette to find work in Manila, and applied in FASHION UNITED. What will happen when Dominique's secretary mistakenly took Rosette as a cleaning agent and sent her to the office of Dominique to clean, can she have a normal life or a kind of life that seems to be complicated? Copyright © 2021 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.