Noah Cyrus Young & Sad Novels & Stories

But the joy of this revelation was quickly overshadowed by a crushing wave of grief. “But… I didn’t see Owen for the last time. He was too young to lose his life! He should have had a bright future, infinite possibilities. How could he…” My voice broke. I couldn’t hold back the tears that came flooding back. Raymond’s eyes filled with sadness as he watched me cry. He reached out, wiping away my tears with gentle fingers. “Noah, you’ve been through so much. But crying too much isn’t good for your eyes. Owen wouldn’t want you to cry for him like this.”

My name is Isaac Young, I am Grey’s great uncle, his father was my cousin, the only male cousin I have. When we were young, since our age is just about the same, we used to go well together. We hang out, we play and even spend most of our young years together. He was like the brother and best friend to me when we were younger, but after we grew up, that relationship we had with each other gradually faded.

he whispers. “It’s not fair. I didn’t even get to know him, but I already cared for him,” I sigh, the hollow feeling coming back. “I’m sorry too, Noah. I know you were friends,” I say sadly. “We grew up together,” he explains, sadly. “We’ve been best friends since diapers.” “I’m so sorry.” “All I want to know is what happened. He was always so cautious; how could this have happened to him?” he breaks down again and cries.

“She … was there with me. She’s hurt … I … I can’t … I can’t remember.” Tears started rolling down his cheeks. “Okay. Let’s talk about your family …” He got to his feet slammed his hands on Lane’s desk and shrieked, “No one! I don’t have a family! No one is in my family!” The same ward boys, that brought Noah, motioned in his direction but Lane raised his hand and asked them to stay. Noah plunged onto the ground. “Please … give me my wife back … please.” He sniffled between words, cupping his hands around his mouth.

The doctor said it was caused by stress and weakness. The room felt smaller. Marcus turned to Ava slowly. She was a spare-bodied, pale girl on the white pillow. Her eyes were already streaming with tears. "Is that true?" he asked, his voice breaking. Ava nodded weakly. "I'm sorry." Something in him was broken by the apology. He retreated, with a stroke at his hair. "No... no, this can't be happening." Daniel quietly exited the room in order to accord them some space. Marcus waited a long time and attempted to breathe.

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.