The pain gripped her insides, twisting and knotting until her chest felt hard. She wasn’t sure if she would still be able to breathe, it felt that solid.
She’d kept the tears away so far; she wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry or not. Usually, she didn’t give in, but maybe letting the tears fall would lessen the pressure in her chest.
She squeezed her eyes shut, not making a conscious decision either way. Water began to trickle slowly down her face, escaping from the corners of her eyes and finding its way to her lips. Her tears were salty and unpleasant, making her face wet and itchy.
All that added discomfort and they hadn’t released the tension inside of her, she hadn’t cried hard enough for that.
That someone had made her feel bad enough, that she’d been forced into crying, that only added to the desolation.
Agony of Tears - Marie Godley