Swallowed My Pride Novels & Stories

However, I didn't want to be just a hole to unload in. A knot caught in my throat, and I hated myself for being so sensitive. I should be able to just enjoy it, but... Damn it, I can't! I swallowed the tears that were fighting to escape and spoke to him: "Enzo." My voice was raspy from the moans. He didn't answer, but I knew he heard me because his movements slowed down. "Enzo, look at me," I pleaded, swallowing my pride. "Please, look at me."

I swallowed hard. I'm not, I'm not better than that. I'm a terrible person, I deserve it all.

But I guess it was all for the best. I kept my face calm. I kept my posture straight. Because that’s what you do when you’re humiliated. You don’t give anyone the satisfaction of seeing it. But the moment the elevator doors closed, my breath left my chest in one shaky exhale. My throat burned. Not because I wanted to cry—no. I refused to cry. But because my pride had been hit so hard it felt like my body didn’t know where to put the pain. I stared at my reflection in the elevator mirror. My eyes were glossy, not enough for tears to fall. Just enough to betray me.

I swallowed hard. “That’s cruel…”

“Beg me, or I walk away.” My pride was a stubborn thing. But so was my need. And he knew it.

“That was a perfect swan dive into disappointment.” “A swan dive into a lawsuit,” I corrected. “If I hear a crack, I’m calling someone. Not sure who. Maybe a chiropractor.” “I think I bruised my soul,” he whimpered, rolling onto his back like a flattened pancake. “Can you sprain your pride?” “Yours is extremely sprain able,” I said. “Flimsy stuff.” “Wow. Rude,” he muttered. “I come here, risk life and limb for dramatic effect, and all I get is verbal abuse.”

I tried again, trying to fight my pride, but something else came out. “I never liked you too!” And then Jimmy called my name.

s rebel who could stand up against a bully, much less a hungry cat that has claimed this as its hunting ground. Hindsight is a funny thing. It only resonates clearly once you realize your grave miscalculation. My hindsight was, why didn’t I accept a warrior or two to travel with? Why was I so determined that I could do this on my own? Pride is the undoing of all men, and here I lie, quivering in my final moments in a dried-up hollow log.

’ the girl mused inside her head. She was about to give in, but her pride and ego did not let her. She was too shy to accept the food because she felt guilty as she has been wasting it for the past few days. Before her pride and ego take her chance to eat, what the young man said next made her sigh in relief.

I hanged around for a while at the store, hoping the store owner notices and was kind enough to feed me. “Miss, you buying or just looking?” the woman asked. I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Just looking.” I turned away before the woman could see my shame. I wandered aimlessly, dragging my steps, my pride the only thing keeping me upright. Every street corner reminded me of Alex’s words. Pride won’t feed you. Pride won’t keep you safe. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. I was thirsty, and was now using my blood as susbstitute for water.