She was crying into the phone now, and Will could hear the sounds in the background.

She kept crying into my chest for what seemed like a long time.

When he had gone she turned on her pillow and cried into it.

Once she was crying and begging into the phone to somebody, but it didn't mean a thing.

She ran from the water, crying, right into her mother's arms.

I didn't know whether to cry or send her into voice mail.

One after another, they cried their complaints into the camera.

Crying into the wind cutting around a street hard by the river.

Something she cried into his ear as he looked up.

He turned her around and she cried into his shoulder.