Ugly Crying Emoji Novels & Stories

She explained to me, her tears wetting her cheeks freely, if there is something I don't want to ever do, is see my woman cry and I failed myself. “Olivia, I am truly sorry, I don't know my action was going to hurt you like that, I'm sorry for doing that, I hate seeing you cry and that's because it doesn't fit you, you look like an ugly Bushbaby whose mat got snatched from, ” I joked, she glared at me playfully, hiccups occupying her mouth but not her hands because her tiny fist bangs my chest, I brought her to my chest and held her there.

Eulalia gently stroked the singed fur of the ragdoll cat, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her gray eyes were filled with moisture, stinging painfully. Her eyes were either unable to cry or unable to stop once they started. Now they seemed almost blind with grief. She tilted her head back, veins bulging in her neck, mouth slightly open and eyes tightly shut as she let out a hoarse, anguished cry. Her choked, raspy voice was broken, like a rusty knife scraping against a whetstone - so harsh and painful to hear that it made one's heart clench.

" I feel a lump forming in my throat as Max's word resonated within me. I tried so hard to forget about everything, to live like a normal teenager but it's not a easy at it seems to feign ignorance on the bitter truth. Unable to hold my emotions I let if all down. Tears stream down my face as the weight of my emotions becomes too much to bear. Max wraps his arms around me, offering a comforting embrace that feels like a lifeline in this sea of despair. "I'm so sorry I.. I didnt mean to make you cry. Max said confuse on what to do next. I shake my head, my tears continuing to flow. "No, Max, it's not your fault," I manage to say in between sobs. " "Please don't cry" he said as he gently wipes

I stared at it for the longest of time that I almost forgot what to use toothpaste for. Then, he sent the second message, the nerve of him to apologize using text. “Mo, could you please hear me out, I know this was a total mess. I just can't stay without talking to you, please.” That was just it, the exact thing that I needed to break down. The sugar coated almost apology that broke me I to pieces. I started wailing like I just lost someone to the cold hands of death. It was the ugly type of crying. It was the mascara streaked type of cry, the type that one would end up with knee on the floor type of crying.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I AM SADDD Girll," without any warning she broke into cries, ear shattering cries that were so loud, that Tazz felt like her heart was brutally being ripped out of her chest in her conscious physical state, or like someone was stabbing her repeatedly... like..like she was vomitting all the pent up pain within, which had now become bad blood.

But I keep on sucking. To keep from crying out any louder, you put your fist in your mouth and scream into it. Your thighs quivered and shake and you gasped for breath. Crying out to me now: "SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!! YOU HAVE TO SUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME BABY!!. SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!!! OHHH GOD BABY!! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER DAM IT!! OHHH YES!!! LIKE THAT!! JUST LIKE THAT!! AHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH. YESSSSSSSSSS. JESUS!! THAT'S IT!! OH GOD YES!! THAT"S IT!! YESSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Her hair and nails are so dirty that it looks like she has taken no bath for a week or a month. With the support of a jeep on her back, she moved down slowly and slowly and sat there crying. Her eyes have become red and black circles are found around her eyes. It looks like she has also not taken a nap for many days. Now, she was crying and moving her hand down. She put her fingers between her teeth to slow down the voice of her crying but again started to cry very badly and, put a punch with her hand and repeatedly hit lightly on her forehead.

I hiccuped while crying but he turned deaf to my pleas. The pain and humiliation grew stronger making me hop around his lap. Adriano had a tight grip though. "Please Adriano, I can't take anymore. Please. It's too much now, it's unbearable."I began to openly cry and pleaded with him to stop. "Shh. It will be over soon, trust me, Emilia. Just stay put and I will make it hurt less." He continued. "Stop, please please, stop, it hurts- please- I'll do anything!" I screamed. My throat went dry due to all crying and screaming.

I hear he exclaims. Guess you have turned around and finally sees me, huh? What the fuck indeed, Nate. What the fuck indeed. "Fuck!" he curses again. Louder this time. Fucking fuck indeed. Fuck me for crying my eyes out, right? Fuck me to hell for bleeding because of your verbal slices to my heart, right? Fuck me for trying to suppress my emotions by biting my lip, or fisting my trembling hands, or just holding myself together when all I want to do is crumble, right? RIGHT?

I snapped in between my cries, refusing to lift my face from in between my knees because I knew the sight wouldn't be pretty. I'm an ugly cry baby to make matters worse. I wish I was like those girls who cry and just have tears cascade down their face and they still look like they can take a model portrait and be put on the front page of Vogue magazine. Instead, I'm the kind whose lips swell up, my tears pour down my face, my eyes get swollen, snot comes out of my nose and I start choking for no reason. "What's wrong, Sarafina?" He asked me with his deep husky voice as I grit my teeth, irritated at the feeling of chills down my spine so I tried to shove him off me.