Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry Summary Novels & Stories

For a long time, I stood in the middle of the bedroom. Unable to move. The argument replayed endlessly inside my head. Every word we said. Every accusation. Every tear that dropped. Eventually my legs gave out. I sank onto the floor. And cried. I cried so hard. Not graceful tears. Not quiet tears. The ugly kind of tears. The kind that left your chest aching. The kind that stole your breath. The kind you'd spent years holding back. My phone buzzed. I ignored it.

Three drops Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably Years of pain, humiliation, loneliness, and suffering burst out all at once Matteo immediately panicked "Hey" He moved closer "Why are you crying?" Myra didn’t answer. The tears refused to stop Matteo became even more flustered "Did I say something wrong? Did I scare you?" Myra only cried harder. Matteo ran a hand through his hair. For someone who could command an entire kingdom without blinking, dealing with one crying woman was proving impossible

Anita Pov... It's been two years since I shut off myself from any social activities. I don’t know what happened in two years! I accidentally clicked on my spam message to expose a video! I cried agape shaking! I can't breathe kneeling on the floor. I can't bear the pain crushing my chest to see him begging. I can feel his pain, clutching my chest, gasping for air as I sob silently. "Alejandro..." I cried painfully. "I'm sorry, baby! I'm really sorry!" I can't contain my tears streaming my eyes blocking my eyes. I'm engrossed in watching the video and didn't notice someone entered my room. I'm startled by his embrace!

“Please, I can do it myself.” “Why are you being so stubborn about this,” she said sternly, but at least she stopped pulling. I hadn’t realized the effort had made my breathing labored, so my response was breathy. Tears filled my eyes again before I could stop them. Exhausted, broken, and hurting all over, the words came out all on their own. “Because I’m hideous. No one should have to look at me. I’m so sorry you had to see me earlier.” My tears turned into soft sobs, and then something unexpected happened. Maize pulled me into a tight hug, and that’s when the damn finally broke as I wept into her neck.

hmmmm sob*sob* hmmmm. Crying my heart out, I just cant do anything right now, I want to go home...hmmmmm I dont want here anymore...hmmmm everytime things keeps getting worst, Amber always there for me...she love me...she makes me feel that, I am the one she loves...now why? hmmmm...why do I need to go back to this pain again...I just escaped...hmmmm I just escaped this...hmmm why? why do I need to be like this...hmmmm sob*sob* hmmmm... While sitting and crying, suddenly someone knock the door.

It is something I can effortlessly do as a healer who has control of our own system. "You can't convince me with your fake tears, bitch." he said, but it's obvious that he is getting swayed. Don't tell me my crying card won't be effective either? Come on, forgive me! I promise I'll be a better person from now on! "I am really sorry, Wakkin." In a cue of 1 2 3, I started to cry loudly, which caused the three men in front of me to panic.

I could not stop crying. That was the part that humiliated me most — not the firing, not the twenty-four hour deadline, not the image of Gerald Watts' cold, satisfied expression as I walked out of his office. It was the crying. I had spent years training myself out of it, years teaching myself that tears were something you saved for the truly private moments, and here I was, sitting on Priya's bed with my knees pulled to my chest and my face completely falling apart while she rubbed circles on my back and said nothing because there was nothing to say.

My eyes stung with tears, my lips wobbled. "And unfortunately, you fit into the other category. So I'm afraid I'd have to reject you." My heart shattered, the tears spilled ,rolling down my cheeks. This is humiliating. I held in a sob as I studied my shoes. “Hey, don't cry," he mused, tilting my face up with his fingers that had left my hair under my jaw. “It’s better this way, trust me. Or would you rather I keep you as a plaything, use you till there’s nothing left?" he asked while raking his eyes down my body. "I wouldn't m-" he was cut off by a swift punch against his left cheek. My heart ached, my head ached , everything ached. The movements around me were a blur, my head was light, I f

he added, glaring straight at me, “stop spreading lies about what never happened before I make you regret.” He turned and stormed out. The silence didn't last long. They all began to laugh, even much louder this time. A crumpled paper hit my shoulder. “You heard him,” a guy said. “You are so pathetic and ugly.” I couldn't say a word to defend myself. Susan appeared like a storm. “ Even if it's true, so what? What's your business?” she snapped, glaring at everyone. I don't know if I should feel better or not because of her actions. I'm already ashamed of myself.

But who cares how many hours it took when I just experienced this level of embarrassment. As we reach my home I pay the driver and rush out towards my flat and into my room. Immediately I got into my room I shut the door and I cry, like a child in pains I cried. sliding down the door unto the floor I cried. The scene of everything that transpired playing and replaying in my mind as I cry my eyes out. Regret and hurt the prominent thing I know as of the moment and I cry.