Novel & Cerita Ugly Crying Emoji

“Sel, are you crying?” I sniffled, wiping a stray curl away from my face. Now that I saw myself on the screen, I realized how pathetic I looked. My eyes were puffy and red, mascara smudged streaks of tears dried on my cheek, leaving black lines behind. My nose was red and swollen and my hair was a mess. “No,” I said, my voice cracking helplessly on the word. “Aww, baby,” she cooed, eyes softening. “What happened? Who do you want me to hurt? Because you know I’ll fly there and end the assholes who made you cry.”

A broken sound escaped my throat. Then another. Before I knew it, I was sobbing. Not the quiet kind of crying. Not the kind where tears simply rolled down your face. This was ugly. Violent. My entire body folded over him as grief ripped through me in waves so fierce I thought they would tear my heart apart. My forehead rested against his chest, but there was no heartbeat waiting for me anymore. "I hate you..." I cried, my voice breaking into pieces. "I hate you so much." Another sob tore itself free.

Hate. A sharp cry escapes me as he sticks his dick inside. And a tear slips down my face.

I looked ugly when I cried. “Ariana… what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” His voice was laced with frustration. Great... Now I had pissed my boss off. He stepped in front of me again and I turned to the other side, my face looking at the ground as I sniffled, my shoulders shaking involuntarily. Why can’t I stop crying? It only seemed to get worse with him asking what was wrong.

I could imagine blood staining my hands. I shoved it down, a startled gasp on my lips. Shaking my head as tears pricked my eyes. I hated my body sometimes. If I was sad, I cried. Happy…I cried. Even if I was angry and all I wanted to do was spew curses…all I could do was cry. I walked fast away from the table, but I could hear them laugh. "Why'd you do that? Girl's a real butterface." Another guy chuckled. "But that ass though."

Even if she cried a thousand tears, it would never be enough to wash away this heartbreak. “ Fúck it!” she said with a voice of anguish and frustration.

And then I was crying. Not pretty crying. Not silent tears sliding down gracefully. It was ugly and sudden and uncontrollable, tears spilling over as I laughed at the same time, my chest heaving like I had been holding my breath for years and only just remembered how to exhale. Freya’s expression shifted instantly. “Eliza?” she said softly. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, wiping at my face uselessly. “I’m so happy, I just… I don’t know why I’m crying.”

I inhaled deeply as the heavy feeling lifted. A good cry was all I had to do. But unfortunately, it had to be witnessed by my number one enemy. I wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled sadly. I had no regrets even if he saw me weak. It's okay. If he teased me because of my crying session earlier, all I had to do was give him a smart reply and he would be annoyed. We will fight. And the cycle continues. "You don't have to say I'm ugly right now. No one who just cried is still pretty," I declared. “For this evening, will you please keep your mouth shut and pretend that you have not seen me cry? Please don’t tell my stepbrothers about this.”

She said and that got Nick smiling a bit "Don't worry, I plan to forget it all because you don't look good when you cry"he said and received a punch on the arm from Celine "Ouch!!!" "Are you trying to say that am ugly?"She asked "Some thing like that "He replied trying to mess with her head. "That's a lie, people tell me that am more beautiful when I cry or when am angry"She said "Or more like ugly when you cry and an horror when angry"he said .