Embarrassment X Sadness Novels & Stories

She give me a faint smile and it was replaced by a look of sorrow, guilt and embarrassment. Wait.... Why is she embarrassed? "Why will you want to take me to the hospital?" I asked, unable to further hide my curiosity. She heaved a sigh " because I ...... I messed up. Ikhlas I messed up big time and I want to make up for it" she Said, fumbling on her own words. I could sense the grief, guilt and sorrow in her voice which further clouded my decision. She pulled up in the parking lot of the hospital, hesitating slightly before coming down. I became exceptionally nervous but I kinda felt a little bit glad that even though it might be just for fun, she actually admitted that she messed up.

I have this feeling this wouldn't be the last we would be seeing each other here. “No, no, please stay, I'm sorry, this all happened in a minute, I uh, I just needed a little time to process you know” I let out a chuckle and it was pretty obvious it was forced, however, I couldn't help it. At least, I can speak out well now, the feeling of embarrassment is gradually starting to fade. Though, I think I feel more inferior than embarrassed. “Okay,” Susan smiled, moving back to hang with me at the counter while the bartender pushed cups of drinks forward to us.

For a brief second—barely a flicker—she looked almost human. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Okay? I’m sorry for embarrassing you that way.” The word embarrassing almost made me laugh. I rubbed my hand hard over my forehead, pressing my fingers into my skin like I could physically ground myself there. Like if I pushed hard enough, the tension might bleed out. “You didn’t embarrass me,” I said evenly. “You embarrassed yourself.” Her lips parted. I saw the reflex—argument rising, pride bristling. I didn’t give her the space.

I looked at myself and realized that he was trying to put my seatbelt on for me, not kiss me - how stupid could I be. " Yeah, yes, I think an insect found its way into my eyes", I said as I started scratching my eyes, looking for the imaginary insect that had flown into it from nowhere, wallowing in the pool of shame and embarrassment, just like waving at an unfamiliar person only to realize that the person was waving at the other person behind you. Yeah, that feeling, multiplied by five, that was the weight of embarrassment I was carrying on my shoulders inside that vehicle.

"Hello? What's wrong?" A wave of emotion washed over me. My voice trembled as I said, "It wasn't my fault. I didn't want things to turn out like this." He panicked immediately. "Where are you?"

Shame, regret and sadness came over her in a flash, and Hermosa raised her hands to cover her eyes in embarrassment, feeling that she was done for. She had screwed everything up, in every sense of the word.

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.”

I’ll end up being dormant. I got off the staircase and took a deep breath before heading to the kitchen. Checking in the lower cabin for meds reminded me of that time Sierra saw me like this. She saw me in a much worse state. I was so embarrassed but what does embarrassment mean? Is it that shame you feel when you need help from someone weaker than you? Is it that feeling you get from sharing a personal detail that is disgusting?

He had never been this embarrassed in his life, and he felt like a total loser. “Eish! I should never have done this if I knew she would embarrass me this much. Just look at me, my whole body is soaked with wine,” he stuttered in embarrassment. He couldn't hide how embarrassed he was; in fact, he felt like the ground should open up and swallow him. “And how the heck do I get out of here with all these eyes piercing deep into my soul?” He lamented on. He could feel the amount of eyes piercing deep into his soul, even as his head remained bowed.

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