Noah Cyrus Young & Sad Novels & Stories

Mario asked, genuinely curious. Noah hesitated, the words catching in her throat before she forced them out. “He died,” she said bluntly, her voice emotionless, as though saying it flatly would make the pain hurt less. “He stepped too hard on the gas.” Mario’s face fell, and a wave of awkwardness settled over him. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft with genuine sympathy. Noah nodded, her eyes distant. She didn’t need or want pity. She just didn't want a conversation about her dad. The quiet stretched out once more, only broken by the low hum of the car’s engine.

Christopher said as he began to wipe his tears away. Morgan glanced at Rachel. Seeing that she wasn't reacting much, he changed the topic. "Do you have any hobbies or interests, Mr. Scott? It's completely normal to feel down sometimes. You just have to take some time to readjust yourself." Christopher burst into tears as soon as he heard the question. "I don't have anything I want to do. My friends have all left me, and I've just been pretending everything's fine. Now, even the one person who's been taking care of me is about to abandon me. I'm just a worthless nobody!"

Aside from living together after the wedding, one of our greatest goals was to finish our studies together. Noah was taking Business Management and he, at that time, just turned twenty-one. I was only nineteen and madly in love when I thought I was all ready to become a housewife for the man I dreamed of spending my life with. But due to tragic events, that supposed fairytale was totally ruined. Noah’s gone and he was dead and I remained alive, feeling wounded each day since he left, haunted by the thoughts of him that cripple me even up to this date.

"He's gone. I sent him away. He’s never coming back." Noah reached out his good hand, his fingers trembling as he touched Hayes’s back. He looked at the window, then back at Lydia. "Y-you... s-still... s-see... h-him," Noah slurred. "No, Noah. I only see you." "L-lie," Noah whispered. There was no anger in the word—only a profound, hollowed-out sadness. "I... s-saw... y-your... f-face." Lydia opened her mouth to protest, to offer another one of the beautiful, necessary lies she had been crafting for weeks, but the words died in her throat.

My stomach sinks. “I’m sorry,” I add softly. “I shouldn’t have—” “It’s fine. No big deal.” The first awkward silence we’ve ever experienced bounces back and forth between us for a few seconds. “I have to go,” Noah says eventually. “The guys are calling me. They’re going out tonight to decompress. I’ll talk to you later.” “See you later.” After we both hang up, I toss my phone to the side and bury my face in my pillow, forcing myself not to cry.

She yelled in pain. "Mia!" Klay helped her get up, she was not okay right now, she was sad and depressed to see her childhood friend being eaten out by a rogue. He was only 19, he had a whole time to get married, have kids, being a doctor. And now he won't experience those because he died protecting her. "Noah!" She yelled again clenching her fists, she hated that. She wanted to kill everyone. "Mia, I'm sorry." He said rubbing her shoulders.

He suddenly hit so hard against the almost closed mirror that a long Riss went through the glass. The house was buried. The kids screamed. Nora started crying. And Eren now called clear, loud, straight to Noah: “Tell her what happened to the last child!” Silence. The older Noah died. His face was crippled. The younger Noah looked at him. Then me. “What last child?” The older Noah closed his eyes. A single breath. Then he said: “The child she could never see in this world.” My heart stopped.

"It was an explosion, Noah. You couldn't have protected him from that fire; you would have only died with him." "I’m not taking chances with your survival," Noah says firmly. I let him have the last word and end the call. He’s waiting just outside the gate, stepping out of the car the moment he spots me. "You’re good?" he asks, his eyes scanning me for any signs of injury. I shake my head. "I’m not," I whisper. Noah nods in understanding and extends his tablet toward me. "This went viral a few hours after the burial." I take the tablet, my eyes locking onto the bold, black text of the headline:

Wendy stood in a spot, yelling. "I was not done. You have one life and it can only be ruined once, and after a few weeks of solitary confinement, Noah bashed his head into the bars and the walls repeatedly until he died." Natalia said to her. "So, like I had said earlier, Noah is dead, Wendy." Wendy let out a heart wrenching scream, and Natalia felt no pity watching her break apart as well. Wendy turned to her. “It’s all your fault! You drove him to kill himself! He was a man full of potential and life, and you drove him to a point of no return!”

∆ The Next Day ∆ Noah flat-out ran to the room, seeing him so panicked everyone looked at him. Avery gazed at him worriedly and asked, "What happened? Why do you look so worried?" "You guys didn't see the news yet?" Both Avery and Apollo nodded their heads in denial and Noah quickly turned on the tv. The words on the news said indeed shocked them. "Wendy Lincoln is dead?" Noah reported with a nod, "Yes, she jumped from her house's building and died on the spot."