Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry Summary Novels & Stories

Tears spilled over my lashes, tracking hot and fast down my cheeks. "I am so sorry," I sobbed, the words tumbling out of me, desperate and raw. "Victor, I am so incredibly sorry. I came here looking for a story because I was empty. I was ambitious, and I was cold, and I didn't care whose lives I observed as long as I got the byline. But the moment you touched me... the moment you looked at me and actually saw me... the story died."

The heavy, sad kind that made it hard to breathe. I rolled onto my side and pulled my knees up. A tear slipped out even though I tried to stop it. Then another. I laughed once, short and bitter, because I had gone from getting fucked by two hot guys to crying alone after using a cucumber on myself in less than two hours. “Jesus Christ, Alex,” I muttered. “You are actually cooked.” Just when I thought the night could not get any worse, my phone lit up on the bed. The screen showed a new message. I grabbed it fast, heart jumping into my throat.

All this guilt and pain and torture that is building up every single time I spend time with you. I'm trying really hard to stop my tears from falling by biting my inner cheeks. I'm trying my best not to cry because that would be embarrassing. I don’t want him or anyone else to think that I am getting sympathy from him for being a single mother. But suddenly I feel my tears falling. No. Don't fall. Stop. Don't cry. Damn tears! "Hey." Hugo coos and thumbs my tears away. I pull myself away from him and wiped my own tears with the back of my hand. "Shit I'm sorry." I keep wiping my tears as I lowered my head. "You shouldn't be seeing me like this. Sorry."

I couldn't help it ,I was like that. I cry when I'm hurt. I cry when I'm sad. I cry when I'm angry or mad. Hell, I cry when I'm happy too, sometimes. I was very emotionally weak ,that very much I knew. "I don't want to talk to you"I whispered brokenly, my lips trembling as tears fell down my cheeks. "No please don't say that...I'm sorry"McKenzie uttered desperately"I didn't mean to talk to you like that ,I swear. I acted like a total asshole and I apologize for my mistake, please forgive me"

It wasn’t like a dam broke, and as soon as the euphoric feeling of my orgasm passed, tears started to flow, and I began to sob uncontrollably. Cas immediately pulled me off him and hugged me close. I tried to scold for using his arms and stomach to lift me off him, but I couldn’t talk. All I could do was cry. “Fuck, Ley. Tell me, what did I do wrong?” Cas asked, concerned, and I shook my head as I sobbed against his chest. This was what Oprah called ugly crying. There was snot, tears, damn hiccups, and whimpers. I had not cried like this in a very long time.

the white- haired male said with a smile. However, I was not able to appreciate the joke, nor their relief to see me better. I bent my head down and tears began to cascade down my cheeks and into the blanket. “I am so- sorry. I was careless." I said with a meek voice. people panicked upon seeing me cry. They tried to know why I was crying, but I couldn't even answer them as I sobbed again and again. it then came to the point that most of them went out of my room, with the exception of a few people. “What are you sorry for?” Marcus asked, puzzled by my response. “You did not even do anything wrong.”

I make some bugger and sit on the couch. In the end I take one bite and start crying. The first step is to let out the pain, don't hold it in, let it out. I cry even harder as I remember Mama's face and how much she is in pain. That's before there is a knock on the door. Who would be here. I don't have anybody coming to visit. I rush to the kitchen and wash my face then come back. I open the door with a big plastic smile. ' Twain!'

I was sadden when I saw dad struggling to find money so he could pay the damage till this year. I feel the table moved and rustling cellophane beside my elbow. I quickly wiped off the tears ricocheted. I sighed deeply and noticed the guy’s shadow in front of me. After I made sure that my face are not obviously shedding tears anymore. I lifted my head and look directly to the guy leaving. He didn’t say any words but only his bought food with a note says, ‘my offer of apology.’

Whatever it is, I start crying. Not the pretty kind. Not the delicate tears that come during sad movies. This is ugly. Gut-wrenching. The kind of crying that comes from somewhere deep and dark and long ignored. My knees buckle. I grab the window frame to steady myself, but it's not enough. I'm sinking, collapsing, breaking apart in a luxury hotel suite with a man I met an hour ago. "Hey." Lucien's voice cuts through the spiral. "Hey, it's okay." "It's not." The words come out choked. "Nothing about this is okay."

Min-a impulsively replied with distaste in his tone and it garnered a sharp look from him. He shook his head immediately. “Alright, sorry. Force of habit.” Seung-ho shrugged it off, settling on a movie that made him shed quite the amount of tears that year. ~~~~~~ Two hours passed swiftly yet slowly and torturing for Min-a. He felt like he just watched an entire lifetime crumble right in front of him. There were tears in his eyes, snot running down his nose, and a sad smile on his face as he watched the last scene roll into the credits.