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I'm so full that my head is spinning and while I'm afraid and want it to stop, I'm also trembling with desire. Why does it hurt so bad yet feel so good? Why do I want it to stop yet want it to ever end? Overwhelmed by emotions, tears fall uncontrollably down my face. Issac kisses and licks my tears up. "Relax, mate... it's ok." His words and tone are sweet like honey. "I can't stop now... please bear it."

he asked, and I nodded, feeling tears brim in my eyes. "I don't want to cry." "If you need to cry, then cry. Even though I don't want to see you cry, I don't want you to suppress your emotions; not crying does not make you stronger." Why did his words make sense and make me want to cry my eyes out? I pull into him, planting my head on his chest as I feel the tears run down my cheeks. I don't know how long I had sobbed for until I began to smell the burning rice.

I couldn't control my tear as if spill from my eyes. I don't know why I am crying, because of aching in my ankle or in my heart? I am so confused about my own feeling and emotional. Neither I am understand it nor I am able to control it. My emotions always spill in form of tears. "Okay..... Okay !!! I am not touching it......! Don't cry. Come , I'll take you to your room, I'll apply ointment on it. You will get relieved from the pain." He said making me stand.

She took another piece and was chewing on it. “Why does food tastes so much horrible today?”. “It’s….almost bitter, and hard to swallow.” “My chest….feels tight…What is this feeling? Why am I feeling like this?”. “I feel as if I lost a part of me today. Why’s that?”. “Eh…strange. Why are my eyes tearing up all of a sudden? My nose hurts and my eyes are all watery. I don't know why I am crying at all. Why's this....Why's this happening to me? Someone, tell me about it."

Pain means it’s real, and that my parents being found is real. I can’t help feeling weird. I can’t help feeling the urge to weep, to vomit, or to roll on the floor.

I bit my lip. “Yes, Master.” I said just a little louder than a whisper. I am in a very strange mood. Seriously, I feel really depressed, who doesn't? Anger, fear, confusion, loneliness - all become familiar emotions. But today, I felt something else, and it went against all the logic I wanted Eric to understand. I want him to talk nice to me, maybe even hug me. Strange is not enough to define my mood. Suddenly, I wanted to burst into tears, but instead just stared at the floor, trying not to think.

I'm all over her spell. You want to stand up and walk away to relieve the pain, but your knees are too weak and unable to stand. You want to drink water because you feel very thirsty, but your throat is still dry unable to quench your damn thirst. You also want to cry, but your tears are falling backward and only your heart catches everything bottling up.

I could feel my anger rising not because of what they were doing but because I was being treated like a maid and not his wife. I look away coldly and walk inside a door, thankfully it was the kitchen... I look around and just when I spot the fridge I felt something falling on my neck, once I realized, it was already too late, tears were falling from my eyes non-stop and it didn't matter how many times I wiped them, they would just continue pouring like crazy! Why am I in so much pain? I decided that I couldn't care less about him and that I will hate him, than why? Why am I the one in tears? Why am I crying? Why?

I quickly push the bathroom door open and lean over the toilet, throwing up everything in my stomach, which isn’t much since nothing has attracted my appetite. A tear runs down my cheek, and I realize that I’ve restricted my crying for too long. One by one, the tears fall from my eyes, which are aching from the emotions I’ve tried so hard to contain. It’s finally over, but I still feel a terrible unease, a sense of bad omen that spreads through my body and makes my chest tighten. Something just doesn’t feel right, and I don’t know what it is.

I turned on the tap, splashing water onto my face repeatedly to wash away the tears that would not stop falling. Why am I crying? Was the song too sad? No, that is not it. Jealousy. Is it because he was singing for the girl he loves? No, definitely not. Pain. There is a vague sense of pain. I shook my head, trying to clear away all my troubles while splashing more water on my face to regain my senses. Ten or fifteen minutes later, I turned off the faucet and looked up to see my face dripping wet. It seemed the tears had finally stopped flowing. My eyes only felt slightly stung because I had accidentally splashed too much water.