Dream Sad Novels & Stories

she lamented, her voice filled with a mix of betrayal and heartache. As the waves of grief washed over her, Sandra's tears transformed into silent sobs. "How could he do this to me?" she wondered aloud, grappling with the agony of an unanticipated goodbye. The room held the weight of Sandra's shattered dreams, and with every tear that fell, she mourned the love that slipped through her fingers. The pain was palpable, and the echoes of her cries reverberated in the quiet corners of her heart. Despite the anguish, Sandra knew she needed to confront the reality before her. "I can't let this break me," she whispered, a glimmer of determination cutting through the despair

Well that's what I thought. "Ok if you say so. So Layla, what is your dream" I asked. "I just said let's not talk sad and here we are once again" "Is your dream sad? How can anyone dream be sad? They are supposed to make you happy" I was confused. "Well dreams can be sad if you aren't able to follow them," she said while giving a half-smile. She was very mysterious. I wanted to know more about her and that's why for the first time, I was interested in someone's else life. I wanted to tell her that dreams can be followed. I wanted to help her in fulfilling her dreams. ____XxX_____

Somber expression, a slight frown over soft eyes, stormy and dark in color for a change. Brandon has regrets. It’s there, on show and seems very real. After all, he is human and has a conscience, but all it does is twist the knife deeper in my already bleeding heart. This is all too sad for words. “I told you … I said I love you before.” I can barely get my voice out coherently amid the gulping tears and emotional blubbering that are pulling me apart so quickly. The hopelessness of all of this when so much hurt has come first.

The city outside goes from grey to dark and the lamp in the corner puts its warm light across the floor and I sit in the chair that has become my chair in this room and I feel the grief moving through me and I do not try to speed it up or slow it down. “I am sad,” I say. “I want you to know that. Not for Daniel. Not because I want him back or because I think I made the wrong choice. I am just sad because I loved someone for a long time and it turns out it was not what I thought it was and that is just sad. Even when it is also right.” “Yes,” Damien says. “It is.” “You are not going to tell me I will be fine,” I say. “You will be fine,” he says. “But not yet. And I am not going to pretend yet

I ask her. She looks down and turns away from me. “There’s no reason to be ashamed. We all have bad dreams.” I state. “It’s not a bad dream it’s a Deja reve. I’ve had it since my best friend was killed in front of me a few years ago. I haven’t had one in a while. I’m sorry to have woken you. I do appreciate you waking me up and stopping it.” She says with glistening eyes again.

I don’t know why he was so adamant to have me when he could just mark and mate with Samantha making her his Luna. I’m guessing when they disappear they go back to run the pack. The one that I didn’t believe existed until they came back smelling of different scents one day a while back. It would be so helpful if I could remember something. Anything! Just one thing, please mind. Tell me who it is that I miss so much, help me cure my aching heart. The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them.

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

I just wanted to get far away from her. *Narrator's pov* Damien closed the door behind him as he walked away, the music fading away. He sat in his study room with a glass in his hand. He looked pale. His eyes looked swollen from crying, and his lips were red from the wine he had been drinking. He twirled the glass in his hand indifferently as he stared into space. The knock on the door pierced through his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. "come in" he said, his eyes resting on the glass in his hand.

But now, as he lay in the darkness, those dreams faded away like mist under the morning sun, leaving only the harsh reality of an empty bed. D'Andre was not one to show vulnerability, especially to his friends, but in these moments of solitude, he allowed himself to grieve. The tears flowed freely, a silent testament to the ache in his heart. He longed for Maiari, for the family they had talked about, for a future that seemed more distant with each passing day.

Gladys, who was surprised to see his silent friend, immediately slapped Reya's face lightly so that his friend wouldn't daydream. "Do you know them?" she asked curiously, Reya was still watching the two people quietly. "Reya ... Please don't cry, I don't want other people to think I made you sad." she scolds jokingly. "Am I that sad, Gladys? That no one cares about me, loves me, and wants my existence? Am I that sad that I can't be happy? Am I that sad to be hurt by other people other? Am I not entitled to live, Gla?" she said full of sorrow, his words could make Gladys's heart tremble to hear it.