Sadness X Embarrassment Novels & Stories

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anger and embarrassment bubbling up inside me. The waitress’s expectant gaze made me feel small, like a child caught in a lie. The cheerful din of the café faded into the background, replaced by the thudding of my own heartbeat in my ears. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my embarrassment turning into a flush that spread across my face. “I said make the payment for your food that you ate so we can go,” Joshua bawled, his voice reverberating through the café and stressing every word of “the food that you ate.” The emphasis was a deliberate jab, each syllable a dagger meant to embarrass me further.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. I nodded and let her. She took one step. Then another. The third... Her knees buckled. I caught her before she hit the floor. "It's okay." "I've got you." She tried to push me away. "Please..." "Please, just let me be, this is too much already." It finally clicked. She wasn't angry. She was embarrassed. Ashamed. As though what had happened was somehow her fault. I pulled her into another hug. "I'm sorry."

Doubt and disappointment. And now he knows. It’s humiliating. It’s not the generic doubt a lot of people carry. It’s the self deprecating type of mindset but it’s not self deprecating humor. It’s straight up putting myself down. It’s something that I can’t seem to overcome. This is really the first time anyone outside of my therapist has seen me like this. Emma’s only seen me like this one time, during the worst meltdown of my life.

"You know this is payback for what you did to me. That was embarrassing, so tell me what to do to you to make you moan." “I think even if I came with an instructions manual on how to please me, you would still fail to even create some moisture between my legs. You are literally the reason why girls go from straight to bi to gay and should I care that you were embarrassed? You can get shot and I would still go to bed at night with no problem.” "You should care because I almost died from embarrassment." "The only thing I would care about in that case, is the fact that you did not die from a stab wound as a result of me stabbing you."

she insulted as she quickly turned her back on them and exited the waiting room. Trembling, Carnation raised her hand to the wall of the lobby to support herself from falling, as she finally made it out of the waiting room. She felt exhausted by everything she said. She could still feel the trembling of her flesh with rage. She knew it was wrong that she had insulted her comrade in front of their comrades. But she was so pissed that she really wanted to hit that empocrate. They were right, she didn't seem to go through the darkest part of her life. But is it wrong that instead of burying herself in yesterday she chose to move on with life? Yes, what happened to her was embarrassing. Even bac

"Why didn't you call me?" "I was embarrassed, yes?" Isabella moaned, holding back her tears, and clenching her fists in her lap more tightly, Isabella no longer knew if she was reacting like this for fear of her spouse's attitude or for the humiliation she had gone through. - I'm sorry, I felt very embarrassed, we were on all the front pages, and everyone was making fun of us, talking about you and the humiliation of the family, I didn't know what you would think of me or our marriage... Maximum Collins has married a homeless woman! He let loose at the end with sarcasm, feeling a current of helplessness run through his body.

"I'm just embarrassed that you saw me cry. I'm not supposed to be weak." I grab her hand. "Quinn, since when is someone who is sad or crying a weak person? Sadness is a form of emotion and crying is a way of expressing that emotion. Weakness is when you're helpless and it's not a feeling. At this point, does it sound the same? It doesn't, does it?" She looked at me without blinking. I thought it was because she felt more sad, but it turned out to be because she wanted to hit my head afterwards.

She was so embarrassed she couldn't look at her. Hazel burst with a snort of laughter when she couldn't take it any longer. She dabbed at her tear-streaked eyes. "I couldn’t believe what happened to you." "Neither did I." She mumbled with resignation. “I'm sorry for laughing. I just couldn't help it.” "I'm not offended at all." Ember assured her. "When I think back on what happened that day, I recall how stupid I am and laugh at myself too." “We all have our own share of embarrassing experiences we don't want to share. Your secret is safe with me.”

I’ll end up being dormant. I got off the staircase and took a deep breath before heading to the kitchen. Checking in the lower cabin for meds reminded me of that time Sierra saw me like this. She saw me in a much worse state. I was so embarrassed but what does embarrassment mean? Is it that shame you feel when you need help from someone weaker than you? Is it that feeling you get from sharing a personal detail that is disgusting?

, I was sure these were the words going through their head. Every stride toward the gate weighed more than the one before. Though the boxes were about to fall from my arms, I refused to stop and arrange them. I wanted to get away fast. Before the weight of the stares overwhelmed me totally. Despite embarrassment pushing hard against my chest, I kept my face even. Shame was different from embarrassment. Embarrassment goes away but shame always lingers. It reminds you of who you were when you should have been better and rests gently inside you. My arms were trembling a little when I arrived at the main gate.