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I wanted to call Jasper to hear his voice and got to talk to him again but it feels like I shouldn't. It feels like I'm late when I do this know what's the reason of being late. I pursed my lips when I felt I'm going to cry. Why am I feeling this? I touched my cheek and I touched a wet surface in my cheeks. I am crying and I don't know why? "Hey! Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? "

My knees went soft. I love the child in my womb. I don't want to be the reason for his heart to stop his breathing. I sat on the sofa and started scream again. Tears were just falling down my face profusely. My feelings are very sad. I do not know what to do! My mind is so mess! I wanted to stop the tears that were raining down from my eyes. I can't do what Lucas want to do with me. It's really sad. I can't hold back my tears.

ELIANA I felt heartbroken. The weight of unrequited feelings and unresolved emotions settled in, making it hard to breathe. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to process the depth of my sorrow. It wasn't just about the end of a role or a chapter in my life; it was about the connection I had felt with him, the longing for something more. The ache within me seemed to echo through every part of my being, a poignant reminder of what could never be.

It was this kind of feeling when someone feels so frustrated about everything, in which they do not know why they are like that, and just want to cry to feel better. And before I knew it, my face was trickling down of tears and my nose was not left out in the fluid game too. I was so tired and stressed out of my mind, and yet I was bawling my eyes out. I was tired and too sad, yet I would be happy if everything was fine. The emotional switches worked perfectly well for me.

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

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.

The emotion SAD is a disorder. Abigail burst into tears as she hugged Samantha tighter. “If they never wanted me why do they need to give birth to me? If they are going to abandon me why didn’t they get me aborted? What sin do I do to make them treat me like this? I am abandoned by my dad than by my mom. What did I do to them? Why do they do this to me? Why do they treat me as trash?” Abigail sobbed.

I was given a simple floor-length dress and a black scarf to complete the look. I feel sick seeing myself like this, nausea climbs up my throat and I run to the washroom to heave up anything that was left in my stomach. Hovering over the toilet, I think about how sick I feel. I don't want to go out, I don't want to see anyone, I don't want to see him. But at the same time, I do. I'm miserable and broken, yet no tears fall from my eyes. I'm just exhausted, I want this all to end. I want to go home, please, someone take me home.