"Asuka screamed and bolted up in bed. Dream. Again. Breathing fast, shallow. Heart pounding. Cold sweat. Lightning flashed outside of the apartment's window. Hands over her face, she began to cry."
— HERZ
"And then the memories came, and all Asuka could do was curl into a ball and cry."
"I'm...sorry, Asuka." The feeling of sickening self-disgust rolling through him choked his words and a gloomy, heavy silence enveloped the room once again, broken intermittently only by the EKG's electronic heartbeat and his quiet sobbing.
Shinji didn't try to call for Asuka again, and rushed out of her room moments later, still in tears."
Shinji didn't try to call for Asuka again, and rushed out of her room moments later, still in tears."
"I was stunned, unable to react, simply allowing myself to be held. My eyes grew hot and a low moan escaped my throat. I tried to stop myself, but I felt so tired—not in body, but perhaps in spirit. I began bawling, putting my arms around Taylor, releasing myself to the tears. There was no dignity or restraint: it was the sort of crying an infant or a toddler might produce. I felt as though the tears would tear out gouges down my cheeks and I cried and cried. I don’t think I had ever cried this hard before."
— Quicken
He buried his head in his arms and his shoulders began to shake.
"Warren," said Kathryn, gently, touching his shoulder. He shrank back.
He was crying.
"Dammit to hell, my father is dead," he said. "My father is dead and we sit here and, talk, and..."
He couldn't say any more. By that time, Kathryn was crying, too.
"Warren," said Kathryn, gently, touching his shoulder. He shrank back.
He was crying.
"Dammit to hell, my father is dead," he said. "My father is dead and we sit here and, talk, and..."
He couldn't say any more. By that time, Kathryn was crying, too.
After a little more talk, they had left Wally to himself. That night, he remembered how it had been the day Iris had gotten Uncle Barry, who wasn't his uncle back then, to set up an interview for him with the Flash, his hero. He remembered how the Flash had looked, tall, slim, in control, but reassuringly human. He remembered how Flash had taken him into Barry's laboratory, which the Flash had said was not unlike his own, and how he described the lightning strike that had struck the rack of chemicals behind him, energized them, and spilled certain ones on his body, giving him super-speed.
Mere seconds after that, a thunderbolt had struck the rack of chemicals behind Wally and spilled certain ones on his own body.
That night, Wally West cried again, and there was no Wonder Girl to hear him.
Mere seconds after that, a thunderbolt had struck the rack of chemicals behind Wally and spilled certain ones on his own body.
That night, Wally West cried again, and there was no Wonder Girl to hear him.
