Shame Application 소설 & 이야기

The shame I feel is beyond measure. Elijah stood up and I still couldn't move from my position as if all my joints were locked. Elijah was quick and he wiped my bottom with a warm and wet cloth. My shame only intensified! After he did that, he went back to the bathroom so I quickly fixed myself and covered myself with a blanket. That's not to say I didn't like what he did. But my shame, it's embarrassing. I feel like jumping off the highest cliff now because of shame. How can other couples overcome this embarrassment? Especially when it's their first time? Why does it seem like there is nothing for them while I almost drown in shame?

Such a ludісrоuѕ claim wоuld have mаdе me thе сеntеr оf a соmmunіtу ѕсаndаl, аnd there’s nо way I wаѕ gоіng to lеt thаt happen. Thе ѕtоrіеѕ we hеаr аbоut vісtіmѕ of сrіmе аrе аll truе. Yоu dо blаmе yourself, you do fееl ashamed. I did, аnd I couldn’t gеt out frоm undеr thаt shame.

I had felt every eye in that room and how they measured and recalculated me. I had knelt down for someone who already planned to humiliate me. I pressed my palms against the mirror, fingers splayed, breathing hard. Shame came first. It always did. It crawled up my spine and settled behind my eyes. It told me I should have known better. That I should have stopped it. That I should have walked away and let the project burn rather than allow myself to be seen like that. Reduced. Exposed. Brought down to the floor by someone who did not even raise her voice to do it.

My chest constricted so violently it felt like my lungs forgot how to work. I stared at the screen, every word burning itself into me, each letter heavier than the last. My first instinct was denial. Maybe I’d misread it. Maybe context would soften it. Maybe— But there was no softening that sentence. No innocent explanation. No harmless spin. Heat rushed through me, fast and unforgiving. Rage followed, sharp and blinding, but shame slithered in beneath the anger and wrapped itself around my spine. Of course. Of course there was someone else.

“I was so humiliated, Aziel. Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that kind of embarrassment in my entire life,” I complained as I rushed out of the house. Aziel let out a deep sigh on the other end of the line. “You don’t even know how to feel shame,” he muttered. I stopped walking and forced myself to breathe. “Okay, fine. I’ve buried shame somewhere deep in my system a long time ago but last night was different. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Do I really look like a fucking minor to you?”

Elara sat across from Corvan in the quiet of his study, the report between them, and let the moment hold its weight without rushing to fill it. "You are ashamed of your first thought," she said finally. "I want you to understand something about that. Shame is useful. It tells you something. But it is also not the most important thing in this room right now, and if you let it become the most important thing, it will do exactly what your first instinct wanted to do, just from a different direction."

“Silver please…listen to me. I didn’t mean it that way, my intentions are honest- “I’ve had enough of your pretense. You’re no different from those you claim to not be a part of. In the end…you pitied me. And that’s worse” Like ice glacials, his words are targeted for the most vulnerable part of me and again, I bite down on my lower lip, the tears waiting at bay being probed. Let me apologize to you…please. Never have I thrived this hard to be understood. But I can’t help that condemning feeling of failure and shame brewing within me. I don’t know…I can’t understand why but, I must not let him go like this. The compulsion is commanding and I can’t go against it.

Shanaya winced in profound shame, her eyes tightly shut against the degrading words being hurled at her. She froze in Rajeev's grip, feeling like she was stripped bare in front of them. His creepy words made her sick to her stomach. All she wanted was to disappear, wishing the ground would just swallow her up. The feeling of imaginary ants crawling on her back added to her embarrassment, making it impossible for her to look anyone in the eye. She shut her eyes tight to spare herself from the disgrace.

so feeling indignant at such a proposal, I turned around angry because, no matter how hard I tried, it was almost impossible for me to make the most misera idea of sleeping next to him, now that I am completely aware unlike the night before that for things in life I was not and I had no way to accept. Grief eats away at me along with the essence of shame itself, making me even think too far, so the possibilities that he wanted to put a finger where he had not been allowed were latent in my head, which made me extremely nervous first of all because in my eyes I consider him something perverted.

I turned on my heel and climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last, my body moving sluggishly as if through water. The second the door snapped shut behind me, my knees buckled. I slid along the floor, back to the wood, panting in my throat. My fingers clutched hard in my lap as if holding on was going to prevent the rest of me from falling apart. My throat burned with uncried tears, and for what seemed like forever, I sat there in that muffled hurricane of emotion, just shaking. Shame weighed heavily in my chest. Not because of the picture. Not even because of Eleanor's toxic accusations. But because for one brief, shameful moment, when Adrian said to his grandmother he loved me, my