Sadness X Embarrassment Novels & Stories

I exhale slowly, then reach for paper towels, grabbing more than necessary. I start cleaning myself. It’s not graceful or quick. Because if I rush, I’ll think. And if I think, I might spiral. And if I spiral, I might actually cry. And I refuse to. “This is so embarrassing,” I mutter under my breath. But even as I say it…Something in me pushes back. It’s disgusting. Yes. Annoying. Yes. Infuriating. Absolutely. But embarrassing? That would mean I did something wrong. And I didn’t.

And now she was running. Wasn't she afraid of slipping because of her shoes? Ah, Damn it! It was these thoughts that made Sam also start running. "Watch out, Adrianna!" "Aaaaaahhh!!!" *** Is there such a thing as a squared embarrassment? Oh... There is. That's what Adrianna is feeling right now. She can't even lift her eyes due to the overwhelming shame. Her face must be turning as red as a rotten tomato. "How long am I supposed to support you like this?"

I don’t like how people look at me. I can't stop crying because of the embarrassment, why is he like this? Why does he always embarrass me? When he humiliated me, I was hurt. I want to be angry with him, I want to shout at him because I'm annoyed but why can't I do it, I'm holding back my feelings even more. I was distracted when the church door rang when it opened, I also heard the guests breathing. I could clearly see the person I hated walking on his heels. Is he drunk? Kenjo supported him, who was obviously having a hard time with his brother as well.

Alex said, breaking the awkward silence. Emily leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little embarrassed, I guess." Alex frowned. "Why would you be embarrassed?" Emily shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just feel stupid for getting so drunk. And for being alone at the party." Alex could sense the shame and self-loathing in Emily's voice and it made his heart ache. "You don't have to feel embarrassed, Emily. We all have our moments."

Ema apologizes, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I feel a flashlight and look at the door but no one is there. "It's absolutely fine." Then I assure her that it's alright, understanding that accidents happen. We exchange a few more pleasantries before I request her to excuse me and resume her work. Deep down, though, I can't shake off the sense of embarrassment and unease that lingers within me. I make a silent vow to admit this incident to Abigail, believing in the strength of our relationship to overcome such moments of awkwardness.

I wanted to say something, to apologize, but my throat felt tight, my voice trapped beneath the weight of my embarrassment. I lowered my head to the ground, trying to hide my face in shame. The weight of my embarrassment felt heavy on my shoulders, and I wished I could just disappear. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a pair of polished leather shoes and elegant heels stepping closer until they stopped right in front of me.

“ Take me back!” Getting on the car as Luke zoomed off Jayden Wondered what to do next, pondering and wondering as he leaned back on the passenger sit. “ Luke I have a question” he broke the silence as Luke quickly glance at him from the rear view mirror. “ Have you ever been embarrassed before?” “ Embarrassed? Like how sir?” “ In a situation where you feel helpless and have no cash!” “ Oh, I've been there a lot before meeting Seniors Mr Huxley”

Haven't I suffered enough pain and embarrassment so far? "Maybe Mattheo already knows I'm at this party. He just doesn't care. After all, whether I cheat on him or not is none of his business, right? It's not like Mattheo loves me. It's all down to my selfishness in not being able to get over my feelings." Falling to my knees was already sad enough to see. My tears also refused to be held back, making my condition too embarrassing for me to even remember. My leg dislocated, and I was only able to endure the sitting condition with a wet, downcast face. Funnily enough, the pain and exhaustion all over my body was nothing compared to the big scratch in my heart.

The sudden absence of his weight beside me left a sharp ache in my chest, one I couldn’t quite name. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe I wasn’t ready to face him after what happened. I would probably just end up awkward and embarrassed. Still, despite my attempts to reason with myself, I couldn’t help the sadness creeping in. A deep sigh escaped me, my heart feeling oddly heavy. I felt dirty, like I had stained myself overnight.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." "I'm not embarrassed," she muttered, still hiding. "I'm mortified. That's worse. Embarrassed is 'oops, I spilled water.' Mortified is 'oops, I called you sadness in a suit and accused you of calculating how many orphans you could save if you just stopped being emotionally unavailable.'" "It definitely happened," he said, grin widening. "You also challenged the mayor to a thumb war and told him you 'fight dirty.' And you told everyone I was the 'most interesting person' at the gala while everyone else looked like 'lobby furniture,'" he added, absolutely no shame.