Novel & Cerita Embarrassment Inside

As for me, I decided to head back to my cubicle and overthink the hell out of everything again. It's torture! It's absurd. I can't properly grasp on the fact that... Oh, I don't even want to admit to myself. It's so fucked up. I feel so embarrassed, ashamed. I can't believe it, so I stormed out of that room last night. And since last night, I started feeling this ineffable impropriety. I just wanted to disappear, to drift away, to get swallowed by whatever devouring monster it could be. Oh, God.

Dead. There’s a point in self embarrassment where you stop feeling anything at all and don’t even care anymore. This was what I was experiencing at this moment. I had embarrassed myself to such an extent that I had stopped comprehending human emotions. Perhaps I’d hit a fuse within the nerves and stopped functioning entirely. “Maybe it didn’t happen? Maybe it was my imagination?” I mutter as I open the door. Thankfully there was no one inside so I could simply head to the washroom.

Emma stood under the hot shower but nothing was relaxing her body, the embarrassment she felt made her sad, she cursed herself for being so weak. “Why everything bad happens to me God?” She complained while resting her forehead on the cold tiles, she cried sadly while remebering the way Martha insulted her and accused her. She closed her eyes painfully and just then a blow of cold air felt at her back, as she turned and saw Jacob entering the bathroom. She turned her face away from him feeling angry and embarrassed at the same time. Jacob shook his head and sighed helplessly looking at her reaction.

A suffocating wave of embarrassment washed over Jamie, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable as she stared fervently at the video, unable to move or do anything to stop it. She looked towards George, and when their eyes met, their hearts sank, and their faces became a canvas displaying a painful mix of shame and regret. Each glance from the guest felt like a piercing dagger, a judgment boring into their souls. Their bodies instinctively curl inward, as if trying to shrink away from the harsh reality unfolding before them. They desperately yearn for an escape, an invisible cloak to shield them from the public scrutiny that now engulfs their every step. Their hearts raced, and their palms

He quietly said after a moment, making me stop and gawk at him like a total moron, feeling that burning heat creeping up my neck and face, my heart starting to pound faster and faster with every passing second. Never in my life have I ever felt more embarrassed. Those fucking blabbering bitches! Awkwardly clearing my throat, I slowly let go of his vest and dragged my hands over it in a stupid attempt to smooth out the crinkles, giving him a forced smile as I sweetly said, "Should we go inside?"

Like a thirsty teenager who’s never seen a shirtless man before. I snap out of it with a jolt and glance around to make sure no one noticed, my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. Shit. Scolding myself, I quickly turn and walk into the building, heart racing like I’ve just been caught doing something illegal. Which, technically, I almost was. What the hell is wrong with me?

She was so embarrassed she couldn't look at her. Hazel burst with a snort of laughter when she couldn't take it any longer. She dabbed at her tear-streaked eyes. "I couldn’t believe what happened to you." "Neither did I." She mumbled with resignation. “I'm sorry for laughing. I just couldn't help it.” "I'm not offended at all." Ember assured her. "When I think back on what happened that day, I recall how stupid I am and laugh at myself too." “We all have our own share of embarrassing experiences we don't want to share. Your secret is safe with me.”

The comments kept coming. Hundreds of them. Some of the same girls who used to respect our relationship were now writing paragraphs like they had been waiting for this moment. My heart clenched as if someone was pressing their fingers into it. He was free now. I put the bread down. I wasn’t hungry anymore. I suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment , the kind that settles deep in your chest when you realize life is moving without you. I rubbed my forehead slowly, trying to breathe. My mind felt scrambled. I needed to go home. I tipped the waitress and walked to my car , my phone buzzed inside my bag , Clara was calling, I did not want to answer that.

This time not the foreign feeling tickling my heart that made my stomach clench strangely, but of a mix of horror and embarrassment. Horror because of how lightly his words seemed to regard something I considered life-threatening and embarrassed because… 'I can't believe… how could I think he's for any second concerned about me?' Not to mention the mortifying reactions I had to something that was nothing less than a misunderstanding. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to bury my head into my pillow and scream out my lungs, before finally fainting. My toes in my slipper curled up in shame. My head buried lower and lower, there was just something about his presence that was very pressuring

My heart hammered in my chest, my throat tight, but I knew the next words I spoke would change everything. The sound of laughter broke through my dazed thoughts, dragging me out of my trance. My heart stuttered, and an overwhelming sense of embarrassment flooded me. The entire church was looking at me, their smiles sharp and piercing, and I felt as though every inch of me was exposed. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground and disappear.