Grieving Gumball Novels & Stories

Someone who was once a stranger was now one of my best friends. "Just because you've cried enough doesn't mean anything, you lost your brother Mai. That doesn't just go away or make it any less true. I know you're tired of crying, tired of feeling like this but it's okay to cry. Sebastian's gone, he's not coming back" Grandon said as he looked down at the flowers that were still in his hand and then back at me before mumbling "Trust me I know, I was the same way when Riley died." He put the flowers down against the tombstone and sat beside me.

Isa is just another nobody that doesn’t care if I die tomorrow. And those two corpses, oh how I miss them out of nothing. Why? Why am I grieving for you? Why do I care? Grief is like a ball in a mason jar filled with a single ping-pong ball. All this time, a fourth-dimensional hand keeps on shaking this jar, and every time the ball hits the glass walls of the jar it hurts. It fucking hurts so much. Why am I allowed to hurt?

POV: ELISABETH My body still throbbed with pain, echoing the overwhelming impact of what had happened. The relief of knowing Greg was alive, fighting to recover, barely dissipated the anguish consuming me. As I put on the black mourning clothes, my reflection in the mirror revealed a profound sadness, where the eyes of that little girl who had lost her parents so long ago resurfaced in my gaze. My only family, my entire world, and my best friend, mother, and confidante had left without me being there to comfort her in her most frightening moment. The guilt for not being by her side tore at my heart. The most important person in my life was taken from me, leaving an unbearable void, an overwh

Byron shouted and then put the fake cockroaches in the trash can. "Goodbye, my earphones." said Giles with teary eyes, and he then threw his ten earphones inside the trash can. He may love music so much that he has a collection of earphones and headphones. "Huwa! Goodbye, baby, pure." Sid wiped his tears away before tossing his pale ball into the trash can. That's only a ball, why did he cry? He can buy another one and sign it with his idol again, psh. Easy.

I held her for what felt like ages as she emptied her eyes on my shoulder. All I could think about was how we'll never see Caleb again. We'll never hear his jokes or be met with his radiant smiles. I'll never hear his manly scream again whenever he bumped into Twinkle. I'll never see his forced frown again when I steal out his bacon. Caleb was gone, and there's nothing we could do about it. Another hour passed and we all migrated to the waiting room. No one said anything, all you could hear was the whispers of staff, or the sniffles of one of us.

As the phone dropped off my hands and swayed in the air, the lump on my neck grew larger and larger as I started kicking feet on the floor. "STOP!!" I sobbed. "That's not true! That's not the case..." As I cried on the floor, my words were garbled. What could be worse than knowing that the single person who stayed by your side died and will never return? Then her body was dismembered, just as the story regarding Sierra's death had previously stated. It genuinely is... I'm back at square one, grieving for someone I cared about.

He was so young, so full of life, and now… gone. I press my cheek against his shirt and let myself dwell in the moment. It’s strange, surreal, the softness of his chest, the slow thrum of his pulse against my ear. It’s a rhythm I could listen to forever if I could. But the grief for Kelvin is always there, a shadow lurking at the edge of my consciousness, threatening to swallow me whole.

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.

She must be walking too slow. Where did she lack? What part did she overlook? Was she tripping over something important? She was thinking hard until she felt a skin tapping her left hand. Her right is currently hugging her mother. She realized then that Xander stayed on her other side and didn't go far at least once. He is now holding her hand as he looked her with comforting eyes. Gabbie is still wearing her expressionless face since the funeral started and it begins to worry Xander so much. Not showing emotion is more dangerous since it will get loaded inside until it will burst. Gabbie is like that right now though her tears have not paused with their continuous fall.

Ian hated butterscotch, but he’d bought them for her anyway. She gripped the bag and let her renewed grief flow from her in waves that shook her body. She grieved for Mr. Garrison. She said good-bye to her friendship with Ian. And she mourned the life she could’ve had if she hadn’t become a witness to a federal crime.