Guts Crying の小説・ストーリー

she exclaims between giggles. I shift uncomfortably, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Seriously, though. Is it normal?” I press, seeking a genuine response amid her humiliating laughter until I recall that she lacks sexual experience. Katarina composes herself, still grinning. “Well, everyone's different, and emotions can be intense. But crying from arousal is a bit unusual. Are you sure you weren't just overwhelmed with fear and you think you were aroused?”

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.

envelope and hid it in the cabinet. I approached the table and took the tray to take it down to the kitchen. I started to wash what I ate. I could only hear sobs throughout the house. It's painful to think that he's going to replace me like I'm going crazy when I think about it. After I finished washing, I went to the living room to watch T.V. I only moved, I didn't even understand what I was watching. I was just mesmerized by the T.V. and just crying. "Her." I suddenly turned around when I saw Mother Loling. He came and sat next to me. "Why are you crying? Are you okay?" he asked me. He rubbed my back as if he was making me stay. But with his caress, I only moaned. ""Nay Loling," I called

boy stomach bleeding he was sad and crying max ask what happen what are you doing her young reply my name is larry I an sad because I am dead because of disease and that not the problem my grandmother and grandfather is alone I know they are crying now I can hear them I am max how can I help you I don't know where should i go so I can help you in anyway possible max if you eat that leaf from tree your soul and my soul can exchange at that time max get his memory. I remember now I have family but I was not happy I always wanted to run away form that hell reality

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I AM SADDD Girll," without any warning she broke into cries, ear shattering cries that were so loud, that Tazz felt like her heart was brutally being ripped out of her chest in her conscious physical state, or like someone was stabbing her repeatedly... like..like she was vomitting all the pent up pain within, which had now become bad blood.

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...”

The kind of crying where your chest heaves and your throat feels like sandpaper. What a fucking loser I was. What a stupid, stupid loser.

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.