Guts Crying Mga Nobela at Kwento

he sounded irritated. I cried more and a bit louder than the previous one. Suddenly, I felt the urge to vomit and ran to the bathroom. Chadrick followed right away to check on me. He caressed my back and helped me lift my hair to prevent it from messing with the sink. "You should stop crying, see what happened?" he breathed out "You puked because of mixed emotions," he was anxious scolding me. I told him that I'm not feeling well and in a few, I held onto his arm and everything went black.

Fuck! People were staring at me and their eyes were following me. I could feel it. Who would run like shit with spits from his head and on his shirt? I know. It's gross. "Chris!" He jolted and I saw three big boxes. "Fuck!" Cursing out loud and tried to lift the box but it was damn heavy. I almost shit myself. "God!" Badly want to cry right now but I never showed. Instead, I keep on trying and trying until I lift them boxes.

I came with my thighs clamped around his head and his name ripped out of my chest and tears – sudden, unexpected, pouring down my temples before I understood they were there. Not gentle tears. Not the gentle tears from the night of the mic drop. Crying. Real, ugly, gasping crying – the kind that comes from a place so deep you didn't know it existed until someone's mouth opened it. My face crumpling. My body shaking. The orgasm and the grief and the relief and the two weeks of absence colliding inside me and detonating simultaneously.

Fireworks started going off in my stomach, and just like that, I erupted. "GAAHH HUHNNN!!" I cried out, my hips bucking upward before I could force myself to lie still.

My Stomach made a grumpy ‘I am hungry’ sound Shit! (Subconsciously Face palms Her self) So embarrassing..

I crawled towards her keeping my tone low. "Gigi" I murmered, her eye snapped to mine. I reaced out my hand and she looked at it as she slowly began to lessen the scream before her mouth snapped closed. Tears began to spill down her beautiful cheeks, as the terrified scream gave way to sobs. The sobs were different the fear had melted the sobs were sadness, grief and desperation.

I tried to talk but it felt worst making me shut back up. I leaned over the sink, my reflection a stark reminder of my distress. The first retch was violent, my body convulsing as the contents of my stomach surged upward. The taste of half-digested food and stomach acid burned my throat, and the world spun around me in a disorienting whirl. Each heave was an ordeal, a battle between my body's instinct to expel and my mind's plea for it to end.

I was already on my feet, running straight to the bathroom. The moment I bent over the toilet, it all came out. I gagged and threw up so much it felt endless. My knees went weak, my whole body shaking as I held on to the edge of the bowl. The acid burned the back of my throat, bitter and sour, and my eyes watered so bad I didn’t even notice I was crying. My tears mixed with the mess, dripping down my face. “God,” I whispered between heaves, “it feels like I’m dying...”

I added. Cries broke not too far from me. It was Noah. It began with soft hums, and his head jerking back and forth at every hiccup that gripped him. He bit on his lip, with his eyes pressing shut to clear his blurry vision. Then after a few seconds, his lips parted and the sound became louder. Tears rolled down his cheeks. My throat burned yet my face was expressionless. I curled my fingers into fists, my nails digging deep into my skin. At every wail my nails dug deeper until a warm liquid rolled down my hands. I took a quick glance to see blood.

I curl forward once my stomach rests, forehead touching the asphalt and puke while sobs tear through me hard enough to bruise ribs. Curled under the morning sun, sweat pours off me in sheets and tears drip from my chin. My hair hangs in filthy damp strands around my face. Stinking, and sobbing, and stretched too thin, a distant sound cuts through the haze. An engine. Sweat pours off me in sheets while tears drip from my chin. My hair hangs in filthy damp strands around my face. I can’t stop shaking, or stop the screaming voice begging me to go back. “I don’t understand,” I sob brokenly into the pavement. The sound that leaves me barely human anymore.