Memes Sadness Novels & Stories

“Let me help you shut it out for a minute.” Her voice was a lifeline. I collapsed onto the couch in my living room. Avery sat beside me, pulling out her phone. “I’m screenshotting everything. Storing it. We’ll need it.” I nodded, burying my face in my hands. “They’re making memes. A filter. Someone added glitter to my tears.” My voice cracked. “Why does this feel like they enjoy watching me break?” “They do,” Avery said softly. “People love a spectacle. But we’ll fight back.”

“They are tearing him apart, Social media is even worse. Memes everywhere. Someone made a video of his crying face with sad music. It already has a million views.” I laughed so hard because it felt good. All the pain from three years with Maxwell, all the humiliations now the world saw the truth. My wolf felt strong inside me. The mate bond with Caspian made her even stronger. I have lost a lot of weight in the last two months and my body feels light and powerful.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

Natasha laughs at me, "I think you're the only one who's sad about it. Hell, I didn't even study." Then the bell rings, cutting our conversation short. "I'll see you later!" We say at the same time. I walk into my Calculus class. I see another one of my friend's, Manny. "Hey, Man." I joked. "Ha, ha, I'm dying with laughter." He states sarcasm drips from his speech. "I'm sorry," I mess with his beautiful hair, "Can you find it in your heart to ever forgive me!" Manny laughs loudly at me. "I'll need to think about it. I need time for my heart to heal." Manny pretends to look hurt and looks far off.

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

"I'm sorry..." I now seem to have become a stone. It's like my brain has a short circuit. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's like a broken plaque that repeats itself in my mind. Sometimes this annoys my brain. The desire to repeat! But is that true I heard? He's saying sorry? Cayden the great? Sorry? Is it just a dream? Or maybe I'm losing my mind because I'm hearing nothing else?

I don't even remember doing any of this, I am totally blacked out. Have you ever been so hurt that it almost feel like the sadness is about to burst out of your body? Like your veins are going to explode. That the pain won't ever leave you, it will be with you always, like a fucking shadow following you around . My whole body feels heavy, too heavy for me to carry it. Images of kayden occupied my mind, he's laughing, joking, playing around, singing out of tune on purpose, dancing like a chicken, filming something, taking pictures, Kayden leaving, me finding him, him crying his eyes out, Kayden, Kay , Kay.

Each shared experience, once a source of joy, now carried the weight of longing, a testament to the void left by Sophia's departure. Sandra's grieving heart became a canvas where the hues of sorrow blended with the brushstrokes of cherished moments. The depth of her sadness was etched in the furrowed lines on her forehead and the glistening tears that lingered in the corners of her eyes. The room, once vibrant with the echoes of their shared laughter, now bore witness to a solemn solitude—a space where Sandra grappled with the absence of her dearest friend, finding both comfort and heartache in the fragments of their shared past.

"I wasn't asking." "But you were thinking it." A chuckle escaped his lips. "And yes, you can live longer than a hundred years old if you're cursed, it might be a pain, and you lose people you care about, but I guess it's better than dying." Suddenly, the jokes and cocky smirks came to an end. Harlow watched as his lips formed to a straight line, and his eyes shifted. His shoulders hunched forward, and under his breath, he muttered, "Like Saden." Harlow didn't know who Sadan was, but from how his mood changed, it was someone important to him. She took a deep breath, suddenly understanding the grief he was going through. It wasn't easy to lose someone; Harlow knew that better than anyone. She

"That rope around my mother's neck... that rope that killed my mom, that thing brought a great fear in me. It's killing me. It's a painful souvenir from the past that always haunts me. H-how can I m-move on, Levi?" Slowly, he looked at me. What even broke my heart was to see him crying again. He was supposedly laughing with me, eating with me with his usual happy face, and teasing me to hell, but with his eyes looking at me so helplessly, and sobbing out his grief made me feel so bad about him. A broken heart transfigured with a funny personality. "Caius..." I whispered as I tapped his shoulder. "I'm t-tired..." he mumbled under his breath.