Ugly Crying Emoji Novels & Stories

I gave that up. I close my eyes, desperate not to let the tears filling them escape. I fail. They slip out, trail down my cheeks, fall from my face. I hold in the sob for as long as I can, lips quivering, chesttrembling, hands balled into fists. But I lose that battle too. The cry wretches itself up my throat, over my tongue, past my lips. At the last moment, I turn it into a scream. "Ah!!"

Scarlet giggled, pointing toward Timothy. The youngest sat crossed leg on the sofa, sulking with a cute pout. The four of them burst into UwU, cooing over his cuteness. Scarlet cleared her throat as she spoke, "Tim, are you coming or not?". The said boy flared his nostrils, turning in the opposite direction. "No! I will not. You only care for the hyungs, didn't even get me anything!" he said in a sulky manner. **UwU is an emoticon that represents cuteness. 'U' is used as the eyes and 'w' as the mouth.**

(unamused emoji) Cute Bunny: Hey Bianca (a waving emoji) if you’re so desperate to get laid I can help you with it, I’m just a dm away( an upside down + a winking emoji with tongue stuck out + several laughing emoji) Prince El: Why couldn’t he perform his duties as a man to her? As good-looking as he is, don’t tell me he is one of these impotent pretty boys. That particular comment got a lot of reaction, but I didn’t bother checking for my mental well-being.

Ulo I daubed at my eyes, hoping that no one would be able to see the height of my humiliation. Crying? Seriously? I wished I could punch the living daylights out of my own body. "Yo, bud. You're okay?" Jamil came rushing over.

Mу tears аrе thе ѕnоttу type of сrуіng that lеаvеѕ уоur face red аnd уоur еуеѕ swollen. Sо much fоr сrуіng those lady-like, gеntlе tеаrѕ. I’vе nеvеr been grасеful іn mу grief. Anger аnd snot; thаt’ѕ mу ѕtуlе nоnе of those dеlісаtе еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ оf аnguіѕh. I juѕt соllарѕе аnd I саn’t ѕtор іt frоm hарреnіng аgаіn nоw. “Carrie, it’s оk. Juѕt hold оn, I’ll be there soon.”

"I did." "But…you still didn't tell me?" "Yeah. I'm sorry for that." "Why didn't you?" He flicked away a drop of tears from my face and took another drop with his thumb nail then said. "It's because of these tears. I really don't like them." My lips parted as he stared intensely at me. "W…what?" "You look ugly, you know?" "Huh?" "You're among those few girls in the universe who look ugly when crying." "Really?"

He falls to his knees, holding his hands over his ears, shaking his head from side to side. Emily walks out of a corner, glaring down at her brave and courageous husband, shaking on the floor like a little child She slowly knees next to him, pathing him on the head "so you're just as sick as I am" she caresses his hair. He holds her closer, crying into her arms.

She cried and cried and cried. |||||______|||||______|||||______

It undoes me completely. The crying that comes is not the polite kind — not the kind you can manage and contain and present with some dignity intact. It's the kind that comes from the body's deepest reserves, from the place where things have been stored that had nowhere else to go. Ugly, real, the kind of crying that has been waiting since the hospital corridor and the form with their names in the next-of-kin field and every four-minute phone call and every ask dressed as warmth. Damien's hand is still moving through my hair.

An endless leaking faucet of grief. I don't say anything. I just rub her back and watch her left it all out, it's much easier than holding it in. Tears is not a sign of weakness, it just shows we're human. By the time she pulls her head up, her sobbing has dulls to sniffling. She runs a hand through her hair. “I know I cry ugly, I can't let Liam see that,” I roll my eyes. “Don't start.” I say, shaking my head. She smiles and it's like a ray of sunshine. “You'll get over it.” I add and I believe it.