Novel & Cerita Jars Of Sadness

"I'm sorry. I'm not happy, Raline. All this time, I've never been able to be happy. Every month, I always go to a psychiatrist because of this. I can't get better. I've seen even the best psychiatrists, but I never feel like I'm getting better." Jarvis took a bottle of small pills from his jacket and placed it on the table. “I always take these pills before bed when those strange feelings come.” The middle-aged man continued to shed tears, not even once wiping his cheeks with his hands. "I'm suffering. So I hope you won't reject me as your dad, Rona." Raline immediately wiped Jarvis' cheeks with her right hand. She did it gently, surprising everyone, including Jarvis. He thought Raline would

Truly broken and the one person that was supposed to be there for me, is now abandoning me. Jared leaves a few minutes later, no goodbye, no kiss, not one word spoken. He just leaves. I sit on the sofa with the television on mute and cry. All day. I cry for me, I cry for me and Jared's marriage, I cry the baby we never had but still lost.

But the heated uproar from downstairs stole the silence and Zach was back to staring at Jamal, watching how hard he was trying to keep his shit together. "You're going to be okay, right?" Zach asked. "I mean, eventually. You'll wake up one day not feeling too hurt over Jordy, right?" "Fuck, yeah. Sure." Jamal scoffed, running his clammy hands over his face. "I don't intend to spend the rest of my life crying over Jordy. I don't even care if he decides to adopt a million kids and have his mating ceremony with Arlo the following day. I don't give a bloody fuck. I'm past shedding tears over him. This is my last straw. Never again!"

"And no—I don't regret it. If I had to choose again, I'd still do the same." In the gallery, Mary nearly collapsed in tears. Her only daughter—her one and only child, cruel as she may have been—was gone. She had lost everything. A mother burying her child—there was no pain more piercing. In the end, Oscar was sentenced to death. He was placed in solitary confinement, awaiting the day when the sentence would be carried out. 'Maya,' he whispered silently in the darkness, 'I'm sorry. I failed you. I was the reason for all your pain.'

Tears stream down his face as he realizes the devastating truth that she is gone. *one week later* Sitting by the cradle of Nora's grave, Jay Nashville continues to stare at the nameplate of the person he has lost. Tears well up in his eyes and continue to stream down his face, leaving his eyes heavy and red. Jay has lost his strength and resilience. His beard has grown unkempt, and dark circles consume his skin. He appears like a homeless man, lost in the depths of his love and grief. As he touches the sand, he mutters, "Nora..."

Jason stepped out of his car and stood on the cold pavement; his feet planted on the exact spot where the innocent girl's life had been extinguished. The wind on the bridge was biting. However, he didn't feel it. He was back in the moment of the crash, the silence of the night now filled with the phantom sounds of screeching tyres and breaking glass. Jason stood at the edge of the bridge as he stared down into the abyss of the black water. For three years, this place had been his sanctuary of sorrow, but tonight, the air felt different because he had found the one his soul truly loved.

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?

Tears escaped my eyes as thoughts of us flooded my head and the the thought of us ever being officially TOGETHER vanished. I'm an emotional wreck. I don't give two fucks about anyone or anything and I haven't eaten in weeks. Maybe I'm more miserable here than I was there. Who cares? Not me. I seriously don't care about anything anymore. I don't want anything to do with anyone. But the worst part is, I go back to school for the first time since I left tomorrow. Great. Ella's P.O.V Jack looked so sad and venerable yet so god damn fuckable. And since he's going on a fucking spree minds well get him while I can.

“I could see it in your eyes, you know? This overwhelming sadness.” Melissa sighed. “I know everything seems easy, but I still can’t help but be scared, you know?” She rubbed a hand across her face wearily. “I mean, what if I’m making the wrong choice? What if I come to resent my life as a mother? Will I hate my baby for ruining my life? I can’t help but wonder.”

He ran his hand along his jawline, the scent of lavender lingering in the air and knew he’d never forget that moment for as long as he lived. Amazingly, Jaris had not noticed where Cordia came from. Because she was walking toward him, he knew she had left, but he seemed not to even wonder where she had gone. Actually, as he took her hand and started to walk toward his horse, he appeared to be totally at ease with the world. She could not help but ask, “Jaris Adams, what’s wrong with you? I have never seen you so content.” He smiled. “I have just realized, my dear, that tomorrow I leave for war. Which means, the next time I see you, it will be when I return for our wedding.”