Jars Of Sadness Novels & Stories

Maya “I’m not someone who is... loved.” Tears flickered my eyes, once more, with mascara stained beneath them. “People don’t see me as a prized possession, Javier... and, when you make it seem like that, I’m thinking...” I sniffled sadly, before continuing. “How long is it gonna last? Will he hate me soon? Cause...” “…I’m a fucking wreck, a sadist... a broken doll with a barbie face.”

I was beginning to get intrigued by the conversation and I was glad I didn't allow the awkward side of me to win. “You may be right. I don't even know what exactly is the problem with me. I haven't been able to move on from a heartbreak and a betrayal. It's crazy.” “Heartbreak? Trust you to say that another son of Adam broke your heart? Come on, girl. Those men are not worth crying for. I have been there. But, now. I'm single as fuck and free as a bee. Fuck those men, sis.” I almost chuckled at the way she sounded. Her swear words were also crazy and I didn't quite expect it from her.

Tears fell, one after another, splattering silently onto the floor. That night stretched on endlessly as I wandered the streets, searching for an open pharmacy. By the time I considered going to the hospital, rain had started pouring down, drenching me and washing away every last illusion. I finally stumbled home, soaked and defeated, a painful clarity settling over me. It was that night I realized our seven-year marriage had been nothing more than a mirage. But even now, in death, I hadn't found peace. Just when I thought I'd be a wandering soul forever, my friend Yuna sensed something was off.

Ranya’s eyes were filled too, their shared tears deepening the connection between them. “She left a note,” he said, his voice cracking. “She said she couldn’t live without him. She said she was sorry.” For the first time, Calista watched as Ranya’s carefully built walls came crashing down. He broke into sobs, the kind of sobs that come from a place so deep and wounded, they can only be described as primal. His body shook in her arms, and she held him as tightly as she could, wishing she could take his pain away.

Chapter 19 The suitcase clicked shut with a sound that felt final. Sandra smoothed her hand over the leather one last time, making sure the zipper had caught every edge. Three years of her life, folded into one battered case. Three years of swallowing insults, of shrinking herself to fit into a marriage that had never wanted her. Outside, the sky groaned. Clouds rolled in low and heavy, turning the afternoon into something that felt like dusk. The first fat drops of rain hit the window, streaking the glass.

“Come in.” Darryl stood firm. It was hard to believe that the woman before him was Pam’s mother. She looked as if she was only a few years older, if that. The woman certainly had retained her looks. If anything was to give away her true age, he would have to say it was her eyes. Although still youthful in appearance, they held a sadness that belied more than alcoholism. They were like deep wells of hollowness; something that only comes with time and sorrow. It was something that one only finds in the eyes of those who have lived, loved, and lost.

Jamal can't love me because Jamal can't feel. Jamal is cursed. ﹏﹏﹏﹏ JAMAL. There is a tugging pain in my chest as I watch her run away. I want to stop her, I want to run after her. But I do nothing but stare as she leaves me alone. Is it tears that I feel prickling my eyes. I have never cried my whole life. But what else would I expect, everything about Sarafina makes me do things I have never done. I don't know what this is but one thing I know is after now...

DAISY POV Location: 4022 West Side Alley—The Club Joint I stared at the message on my cracked phone screen until the words blurred. Then I looked back at the mirror. My eyes were so red, pulsing with broken veins. I don’t even know why I’m crying anymore. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve had to do this. I’ve been a "jack of all trades" for the worst people in this city for two long years, but finally, it’s ending. Maybe that’s why the tears are coming. The relief feels as heavy as the fear.

Sarah’s Point of view: It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming. As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.

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