Novel & Cerita Memes Sadness

Because crying at a grave is probably the one place society actually allows emotional breakdowns without judgment. Still. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so devastatingly sad losing someone you didn’t even truly know. Not properly. I sniff and rub my nose. And yet my chest feels like someone hollowed it out with a rusty spoon. Turns out you don’t need memories to love someone. Apparently, just knowing they existed is enough. “Fudge jackets,” I mutter under my breath. Because seemingly my brain decided my life should come with PG-rated swearing now. Life is weird like that.

She grabbed her glass of wine and tossed it back in one swallow. Maya squeezed my hand gently, her eyes brimming with empathy. “I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve this. Not one ounce of it.” “That motherfucker second-rate nobody after getting famous using your name had the nerve to hurt you? He must not want to live…” Mel sneers. “Mel calm down… He’s not worth it…” Maya tries to calm Mel down. But we all knew no one but Winston could calm Mel down. My chest ached, but no tears came. I’d cried myself empty the last three weeks, curled in bed with my phone glowing like poison in my hand. Messages unanswered. What lingered now wasn’t grief it was numbness, hollow and cold. It reminded me of

It brought back memories of one of the worst days of my life. I remembered how angry Aiden was that day. I couldn’t shake the memory of him grabbing the painting and smashing it on the floor. The sound of the painting shattering was burned into my memory and I could still hear it echoing in my head. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memory. But I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. All of a sudden, I became sad and miserable again. My heart was aching as I remembered I had lost my best friend. I remembered I had hurt him and I couldn’t help but see myself as a terrible person.

I said as I yawned and stretched out my body. "Have I not always been looking happy?" she asked as she stared steadily at me. "Yeah, you have always been a happy girl but since I have been in the hospital, you have been looking sad even when you smile or laugh, I could see sadness in your eyes," I said. "Yeah, you are right. I must say that since the incident that led to your hospitalization, my heart has been filled with sorrow. Hearing that you have memory loss made me more sorrowful. Anyway, at least my sorrow has subsided and that is why I am happy," Melody said.

(Today I am here, but tomorrow There will be my memories, If I will not be here There will be the talks of mine) (If you will turn the pages Of life Then I think you will also cry Remembering me) **** Marna to sabko ek na ek din padega. Magar dekhte hai kiski mout ka sadma Kitno ko lagega. Kya khushi manaenge ya phir gum me doob jaaenge. Dekhte hai mere janaze par kitne mere aaenge. (Everyone had to die one day But let's see, who will take the shock of Someone's death) (Who will be happy and who will cry Let's see, who will come on my funeral) **** Kya pata kab mout ka paigaam aa jaye.

Everyone wore their grief in different colors of emotions. Some had craving, others had no appetite. Some had too much anger and irritation, others laughed too hard, that their eyes twinkled and you would see the sadness they were trying to cover; it could have been pretence. But people like Wisdom managed to lighten up the mood on some days. Other days, his jokes were failed jokes but I listened and smiled at the resigned look he always had on those days.

I smiled at them. " When you remember me, please don't be sad. I can't afford to see you both sad. I don't want you both to feel any despair. I want you to smile and only remember the happy memories okay? " I didn't notice that my tears are flowing. I hugged them, at the same time the Unicus Portales opened. I looked at them again then I sarcastically wide my eyes. " What the fuck are you both doing? Smile!! It's not the end of the world, you know? Do you want me to get mad at you? SMILE, YOU IDIOTS!! "

Plus, she was grieving, and I didn't want to interrupt her with my own issues. "No, I don't," I answered. *Why?" She asked as if I needed a reason to not have memories I needed to share. I dragged in a deep breath, then resumed patting her hair. "Men don't have sad memories." "Does that mean they're always happy?" She asked. "No, we get sad as well, but we just don't keep our sad memories. We have our way of navigating through life. We don't let ourselves get outweighed by pain."

Rain.. I don't know why it always rains whenever something sad happens to me. Be it in my previous life or my current life. I don't know the reason, but maybe it was raining to wash away my sadness, or just to add to the coldness of my already cold heart. "Please accept my condolences, miss"

She told them in between sobs. Sandra was crying too, she hated seeing Ismena like this. Her best friend has lost weight, her face has been swollen for the past three days because of how hard she'd been crying and her eyes seem to be developing a permanent shade of red. The helplessness was killing her and Eline. But her depression, tears, and misery weren’t even the worse. The worse came on the fourth day. Ismena fell sick.