Embarrassment X Sadness Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, did I offend you?” I looked at his hand holding my right arm. He quickly dropped it, scared that he made me uncomfortable by touching me. “No, no. It’s not your fault you did nothing wrong I was just…” I looked at the ceiling for a second, trying to come up with an answer. “I don’t know, embarrassed, I guess?” “What’s so embarrassing about that?” He said and guided me to sit back down, this time, he sat beside me. What’s embarrassing? What do I tell him? I’m embarrassed because I was a horrible flirt or because of the drama? “Because you’re new to town and the news of our family drama has already reached you.”

I felt embarrassment wash over me, uncomfortable, like ice-cold water from the tap after a long day amid a winter chill. "Oh, I'm so sorry, you can't," Samuel said, his voice syrupy with sarcasm. The words rang like a slap in the face; the actual yin-yang of power was also being acknowledged. I could feel my cheeks scalding hot with a wildfire of awful shame.

"No matter how much we try to erase the emotional sadness from our feelings, it's becomes the most painful expression in our heart. It's always by us even if we try to be happy or smile for the day. Sadness always has the first role in our heart from the birth." On the Next day, in the same town, the car driver into the public square. Parking the first half inside a dark passage, the backwards on the open side, both the couples got to work.

“Are you . . . I mean, are you sure you’re okay?” At first she didn’t know what he was talking about, but his gaze kept casting down her body then away. She looked down at herself and realized he’d noticed that the crotch of her jeans was blotched by a dark stain. The embarrassment she’d felt at the belch was nothing compared to the crippling shame that almost drove her back to her knees. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice too sharp, as if she were angry. Embarrassment often came out as anger, she mused. “It’s just . . . well, since I’ve been here I haven’t exactly had access to, you know, sanitary napkins.”

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

I say before I can stop myself. For the briefest of moments, I see surprise on his face. He's quick to school his features and shift the conversation away from himself. “Are you embarrassed to say?" “I don't know what you're talking about." "Yes, you do." I shift my gaze slightly so I'm looking at his forehead, not into his eyes. He's too intense. Too focused. "No." But I feel my skin get clammy. It's the truth. I'm not embarrassed. I am ashamed. There is a difference. A big one.

, I was sure these were the words going through their head. Every stride toward the gate weighed more than the one before. Though the boxes were about to fall from my arms, I refused to stop and arrange them. I wanted to get away fast. Before the weight of the stares overwhelmed me totally. Despite embarrassment pushing hard against my chest, I kept my face even. Shame was different from embarrassment. Embarrassment goes away but shame always lingers. It reminds you of who you were when you should have been better and rests gently inside you. My arms were trembling a little when I arrived at the main gate.

"I'm just embarrassed that you saw me cry. I'm not supposed to be weak." I grab her hand. "Quinn, since when is someone who is sad or crying a weak person? Sadness is a form of emotion and crying is a way of expressing that emotion. Weakness is when you're helpless and it's not a feeling. At this point, does it sound the same? It doesn't, does it?" She looked at me without blinking. I thought it was because she felt more sad, but it turned out to be because she wanted to hit my head afterwards.

I have never felt so embarrassed like I do right now I try to put my self right but I still can feel numerous eyes on me. “ Next " I hear Jed say .

he replied doubtfully. "You know what? I really don't like it when someone embarrasses me." In an instant, the atmosphere turned silent. Cold sweat began to bead on Prince's forehead. Moreover, Emily's expression was very serious and red streaks appeared in her eyes. "Sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Actually," Prince took a deep breath, "I was too nervous. I didn't expect you to embrace me that intimately." In that very second, Emily's annoyance was replaced by surprise. The tears seemed to disappear from her eyes.