Sadness X Embarrassment Novels & Stories

“Hi Reid, I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to make it for lunch today. Take care.” As she pressed send, a mix of emotions surged within her. Relief washed over her for dodging a potentially humiliating situation, yet regret and anguish simmered underneath. She felt a pang of disappointment about not having the courage to face Reid, but the fear of embarrassment had overpowered her. She bit her lip nervously, wondering how Reid would react to her abrupt cancelation.

I can feel how my face is burning out of embarrassment. “By… By that, we won’t have to argue who should be healed or not.” I said still feeling the burning of my face and that embarrassment coming all over me.

“I’m sorry, did I offend you?” I looked at his hand holding my right arm. He quickly dropped it, scared that he made me uncomfortable by touching me. “No, no. It’s not your fault you did nothing wrong I was just…” I looked at the ceiling for a second, trying to come up with an answer. “I don’t know, embarrassed, I guess?” “What’s so embarrassing about that?” He said and guided me to sit back down, this time, he sat beside me. What’s embarrassing? What do I tell him? I’m embarrassed because I was a horrible flirt or because of the drama? “Because you’re new to town and the news of our family drama has already reached you.”

I have this feeling this wouldn't be the last we would be seeing each other here. “No, no, please stay, I'm sorry, this all happened in a minute, I uh, I just needed a little time to process you know” I let out a chuckle and it was pretty obvious it was forced, however, I couldn't help it. At least, I can speak out well now, the feeling of embarrassment is gradually starting to fade. Though, I think I feel more inferior than embarrassed. “Okay,” Susan smiled, moving back to hang with me at the counter while the bartender pushed cups of drinks forward to us.

For a brief second—barely a flicker—she looked almost human. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Okay? I’m sorry for embarrassing you that way.” The word embarrassing almost made me laugh. I rubbed my hand hard over my forehead, pressing my fingers into my skin like I could physically ground myself there. Like if I pushed hard enough, the tension might bleed out. “You didn’t embarrass me,” I said evenly. “You embarrassed yourself.” Her lips parted. I saw the reflex—argument rising, pride bristling. I didn’t give her the space.

Something that is easier said than done, since it is right there and hard to miss due to its size. “Checking out the package?” he chuckles. My glance snaps back to his, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Sorry. It is hard not to. Oh God, I didn’t mean that to sound like a pun.” I whisper and cover my face. Could I be any more of an embarrassment? Everett laughs loudly and removes my hands. “You have nothing to be embarrassed by, sweetness.” I chew on my lower lip nervously. Why am I like this? “Sorry.”

"Hello? What's wrong?" A wave of emotion washed over me. My voice trembled as I said, "It wasn't my fault. I didn't want things to turn out like this." He panicked immediately. "Where are you?"

She give me a faint smile and it was replaced by a look of sorrow, guilt and embarrassment. Wait.... Why is she embarrassed? "Why will you want to take me to the hospital?" I asked, unable to further hide my curiosity. She heaved a sigh " because I ...... I messed up. Ikhlas I messed up big time and I want to make up for it" she Said, fumbling on her own words. I could sense the grief, guilt and sorrow in her voice which further clouded my decision. She pulled up in the parking lot of the hospital, hesitating slightly before coming down. I became exceptionally nervous but I kinda felt a little bit glad that even though it might be just for fun, she actually admitted that she messed up.

Add thе сrарру mаkеuр and hоrrіblе drеѕѕ I’m wеаrіng, and I’m оffісіаllу a hоt mess. The fuсkеd up part оf all thіѕ is I’m embarrassed. I ѕhоuld be сеlеbrаtіng that I’m ѕаfе fоr now, but I ѕtаrt tо cry. I trу tо fix my hаіr аѕ I’m sobbing, but I еnd uр knосkіng my рurѕе іntо thе guttеr.

"You never cease to amaze me. One minute, you are as fierce as a lion; the next minute, you are acting as shy as a child." "I am not shy!" I said firmly, peering at him through my hand. Raising a brow, he retorted, "Is that so? Your demeanor right now says a different thing though," doing nothing to hide the amusement in his voice. He was clearly making fun of me. Removing my hands from my face, ignoring the blush I could still feel was there, I asserted firmly, "I was only embarrassed, not shy." He looked down at me, that bemused look still plastered on his face, then he lifted it, looking straight ahead as he said, "It might interest you to know that embarrassment and shyness are two words