Jars Of Sadness 소설 & 이야기

The box itself was unassuming, covered in a thick layer of dust as if it hadn't been touched in years. With trembling hands, Katara opened the lid, revealing a treasure trove of photographs and letters. They were greeted by the smiling faces frozen in time, capturing moments of joy and love. As they sifted through the memories preserved within the box, they noticed the lingering sadness in Jacob's eyes, hidden beneath his facade of success.

I breathe out, sadness coating my words and moving to the forefront of my emotions. “It was never about not caring Jamari.” He tells me, my name rolling off of his tongue like an endearment. “I just was not ready to give up pieces of my past for a woman that was already taken by others.” His cheek rests on my head. “I feared I would never see you again, that something terrible would happen to you…” He lets out a frustrated growl, pulling away from me to grab a bar of soap, lathering up his hands with the lavender suds.

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.

Anytime I think about it, I tear up so badly, crying myself to sleep. “Valeria,” Jessica snapped into my thoughts. I looked up at her; she was looking at me with her arms folded and her lips pulled up in a frown. “I don’t know what is making you sad, but don’t ruin the make-up; it took us hours to cover those eye bags, so hold those tears,” she snapped. I looked at the mirror; they truly did a good job covering the eye bags and tear lines. The makeup is beautiful; I look beautiful with the thousands of layers of foundation, but I don’t feel beautiful. I feel drained, and I wish the night would be over so I could sleep away my sorrows.

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.