Novel & Cerita Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry Summary

“It’s okay. I’m giving myself two more minutes to pity myself. Two more minutes to cry and then I’m going to get up, shower, eat and go to bed.” You need to sleep. Megan agreed. “Just two minutes.” I huddled on my shower floor and released the floodgates. I allowed myself to feel the loss, even though he was never mine to begin with. After I counted to one hundred and twenty seconds, I wiped my face and got to my feet. I started my shower routine and stared at the tile. Amy? Nix came closer, but I shook my head. “That was the last time I will cry over any man.” I swiped at the invisible tears on my face and gave a small, sad laugh. “It was a foolish thought to begin with.”

Those criminals got their punishment, forget everything dad - he said wiping his tears. "Yes, now I will forget everything. Everyone will be happy now, no tears, no pain, no sadness only happiness - said uncle happily, ahad smiled. I and adam started jumping and I don't know, adam again pushed me, door opened and I almost fell on floor but stabled myself, they both looked at me amusingly. "Hey, hello guys - I said, waving my hand and I mentally face palmed. Why I always have to embarrass myself - I thought.

I want to pour my soul out until there's no drop of water left in me. After crying continuously for a good ten minutes or maybe more. My vision became blurry by tears and It became nearly impossible to breathe. I started gagging and crying more loudly. I heard the door open and footsteps approaching me. Two strong arms grabbed me and pulled me toward a strong and toned stomach. ' What the fuck happened ?? '

Ulysses said flatly. Kimberley’s eyes filled with tears. Whether they were real or calculated, I couldn’t tell anymore, though I noticed they didn’t actually spill.. “How can you say that to me?” she whispered. “After everything I’ve endured? After three years of torture and—” “Apologize to Miss Mila,” Ulysses interrupted. The tears stopped. Just stopped, like someone had turned off a faucet. Her eyes went dry instantly. “What?” “You heard me. Apologize for your rude behavior and accusations.”

Cole’s face breaks a little. And that somehow makes me cry harder. “Then why does it always feel like I’m one bad day away from everything falling apart?” The words echo through the space between us. And suddenly I’m crying. Actually crying. Not pretty crying. Not movie crying. The ugly exhausted kind. The kind that comes from holding yourself together too long. “Oh my God.” I cover my face. “This is embarrassing.” Immediately Cole closes the distance between us. Not slowly. Not carefully. Immediately. One second he’s standing across from me.

What man would refuse? The tears come then. Not the silent tears of last night, full of passive horror. These are violent, heart-wrenching. They spring from the depths of my chest, torn out by a feeling of total collapse. I'm not crying for my father, or for Volkov. I'm crying for myself. For the woman I've become. The desperate woman who uses the body of a near-stranger like a drug, an anesthetic.

“LOOK AT ME!” For a second…just a second…his head turns slightly. Our eyes meet. And everything inside me shatters. Because his eyes…they're fading. No. No, no, no. “Stay with me!” I cry hysterically. “Lucas please stay with me! Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Tears stream down uncontrollably. “I’m sorry…” I sob. “I’m so sorry… this is my fault… I’m so sorry…” Stephanie is crying just as hard.

In my imagination it’s like a scene from a horror movie, not that granny Gwynn let me watch those after the first one gave me nightmares. “Don’t cry for us baby girl. We are okay. We got through it and we are here. Please, don’t be sad, you’re breaking my heart. The past is in the past. I’m only telling you so you understand why we are the way we are, what we are.” He uses his thumbs to gently sweep away the tears which have started rolling down my cheeks .

Looking at them, I can still remember the torture I have experienced from Grace, Damien, Fanny, Gina, and, of course, Cody. I can feel tears prick my eyes which I try to blink away. It seems that these tears are nothing special. It has been a daily routine for me to cry. These days, every time I see these ugly scars, they remind me of what has happened and how ugly I am. Then, I may burst out into tears. I wrap a towel around me as the tears slip out of my eyes, falling down my face like raindrops. I do not have much time to immerse in the sorrow.

“Don’t hold it in. You’re going to choke on it.” I shook my head fast. “I’m fine.” “You’re not, i have always said it’s okay to cry “ I looked away, i didn’t want him to see the tears already forming. He didn’t say anything else and i couldn’t hold it anymore . The tears rushed before I could stop them. I covered my face with my hands and choked on the first sob. Damon moved closer and pulled me into him. I didn’t fight it. I cried into his shirt. It was that hard , messy , ugly ,kind of cry that comes from somewhere deep you forgot was there.