Oh No I'm Devastated Gif Novels & Stories

She went straight to the desk and took out a picture frame and starred at it for some moment and smiled unwillfully. Kate ducked in time before I threw the framed photo at the glass door of the office. The staffs were startled and started to murmur amongst themselves. It was a framed photo of Roderigo and I. A photo we took during our fifth anniversary. The same anniversary he had proposed to me. It was one of my best memories with him, but I guess it was all a lie and doomed. Roderigo was shocked to death, but he did everything to compose himself.

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A heavy silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of rain tapping against the windowpane. Zilver's face contorted with a mixture of disbelief and grief as he struggled to process the devastating news. His voice broke into a bare whisper, choked up. “No... It can't be…” The words hung in the air, a painful acknowledgment of the loss of a dear friend and the shattering of Zilver's hopes to rescue him.

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He gripped my arms, trying to stop me from acting crazy. "No! Ah, no! I can't lose my child! She isn't dead! She isn't!" I burst out crying, wailing so much. I leaned my back against the headboard, shaking my legs like a defaulted machine, moving my body like I was a mentally affected person who needed the attention of a psychiatrist. Being devastated was an understatement. I was mad. I just wanted to die. "Please, calm down, okay?" He managed to pull me into his arms for a hug.

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Me: I've just got a couple of things to do this morning, but maybe we could meet up around 12ish? However, to my absolute dismay, I pressed send before I realized that my stupid left hand had selected the heart emoji instead of the smiley face emoji at the end of my text. "No, no, no!!" I wailed, desperately trying to figure out how to unsend the message. Was that even possible? But before I could look into it further I saw the little ticks next to my message turn blue. He'd read it. "NO!" I howled, collapsing back on my bed in despair, foamy toothbrush still in hand while I tried to figure out how I was going to handle this.

I separated from him to wipe my tears with my palm, but not enough because my eye is still releasing something. "Damn it, Duex, I don't want to cry." I tried to look up while biting my lip, but it just ended in a sob. I feel so devastated. My heart seemed to be being grabbed and squeezed in so much pain that I couldn't do anything but cry and wail.

I opened our conversation and began to iMessage him. Me: Hi. Are u busy? I need help :( I waited for a few minutes for him to reply and I feel very depressed when he didn't even answer back. I stared at my laptop whose touchpad isn't even working anymore. Fuck that hot coffee! And fuck that little girl who already ruined my night. If she wasn't only a little girl, I already yelled at her. It's been twenty minutes. "Fuck." I cussed. Me: Gageyyyyyy :(

Fuck what am I going to do? "go on keep going",is voiced in my head. I sit sadly as the door opens and my family rushes in. I can't smile as they look happy to see me awake all I feel is defeated. I feel worthless. Totally worthless.