Jars Of Sadness Novels & Stories

Marcus, amid hysteria, had an even more twisted expression on his face. He wanted to smash everything within his reach, but in the end, he could only painfully bury his hand in his head, like a wounded beast, completely defeated. Jessica's heart ached spasmodically, a pain like she had never experienced before. All the pain she had endured since birth didn't add up to one percent of this. A deep despair grasped her heart, as if a circle of cold iron wire tightened around it, exerting force and causing blood to pour.

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.

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.

Wilder muttered and Jarvis frowned. “You don’t know what it is so just stop pretending to understand and alpha!” Jarvis spat out bitterly. “What is it? Is it heartbreak or betrayal? What’s the matter with you? I’d like to tell you about my heartbreak but this isn’t about me, it’s about you. But just so you understand, I’ve had three pregnant girlfriends die…It’s really painful, so trust me when I say I know what heartbreak is like” Wilder muttered with a flash of pain and Jarvis decided it was okay to open up.

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.”