Noah Cyrus Young & Sad Novels & Stories

Noah exclaimed and the more he explained, the more depressed he got as realization kept hitting him. "So, you are saying that Selena is not your girlfriend?" Darius asked with a frown and a few drops of tear left Noah's mind at the realisation. Darius closed his eyes tightly in frustration as it was really hard for him to see his friend in this state. "I don't know, Darius! I don't know! I.. I.. I thought she was her. If she isn't… then did I lose her again?" Noah asked in a horror filled tone as if it was really hard for him to even think that way.

"Dean and Zoe aren't forcing you to be together, either; it all depends on the future you'll choose for yourselves." Victor turned to Ruby, smiled, and hugged her. They felt that this was unexpected, especially Ruby, who felt very happy to hear Uncle Liam's explanation for the problem she had been thinking about. *** Noah looked deeply into Carly's puffy face. The tears had been flowing steadily for a long time. At first, Noah was annoyed because his surroundings were looking sarcastically at him; perhaps they thought that he had made Carly cry non-stop for a long time. "Did my cousin make you cry?" asked Noah with his hand, holding out a tissue to Carly.

I chuckled dryly as I placed down my water bottle on the cafeteria table, "What's with all of you assuming theres some sort of tension?" Jade gave me an 'do you think I'm stupid' look, "We have known Noah for years. In the short time you two have been friends, he was interested in what was going on and... well, happy. Now he looks like he watched a cat get shot." I gave Jade a horrified look, "Brutal and morbid, Jade!" Jade shrugged nonchalantly, "What? That's what Noah looks like. So, are you going to tell me what happened?"

Neither of us spoke. By the time all the dorm lights were out and the campus had gone quiet, I stood up to leave. "Renee, thank you for those ten years. And… I'm sorry." I paused for a moment, then looked up at the brightest star in the sky. "No matter how bright or beautiful a star is, it's enough just to have seen it. After all, the sun will rise again tomorrow." Without waiting for his reply, I turned and walked away. I didn't hate him. After all, it was my choice to spend those ten years chasing love.

It doesn’t make the fantasy of wrapping my hands around her neck and squeezing the life out of her any less real. "There's something else you need to know." I'd forgotten Noah was there. He's been in the doorway through all of it—so quiet, so still, that he became part of the architecture. I turn now and find him looking not at me but at Cassandra. His expression is something I've never seen on him in twenty years of friendship. Not anger. Not judgment. Grief, maybe. Or the exhaustion of someone who has been carrying something heavy for so long that putting it down feels less like relief than collapse.

Sadly, she was the same height as James, her husband. "Hello, Mrs. Noah," Cyrus said, and she inhaled sharply at the way he regarded her. It made her clench her hands. "Hi, Cyrus. How are you?" She asked, and he smiled, showing off his dazzling white teeth. "I'm good. I'm so happy that my uncle finally married the woman of his dreams. He could not stop talking about you ever since you two got together," Cyrus said, and she chuckled through her teeth. Woman of his dreams, indeed, Crystal mentally replied.

Much. “I’m. Happy. For them.” She said. Defensive. Little bit. “I know. You are.” Noah agreed. “But. You’re. Also. Sad. Aren’t. You?” She didn’t. Answer. Couldn’t. Words. Stuck. Behind. Tears. Threatening. To. Fall. “It’s. Okay. To be. Both.” Noah said. Gently. “Happy. And. Sad. Together. Life’s. Like that. Sometimes.” “Always.” Lora whispered. Honest. Too honest. “For me. It’s. Always. Both.”

Grayson remained at the table, moaning quietly to himself about the life he had built and the son who refused to fit into it. Noah reached his car and didn’t waste a second. He started the engine and drove out of the compound, through the gates, eyes already blurry with tears he fought hard to hold back. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep them in for long. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white, as he sped down the highway. Eventually he pulled over at a quiet, lonely spot along the road and killed the engine. The moment the car went silent, he collapsed forward, forehead pressing hard against the steering wheel. Hot tears poured down his face, his head throbbing with everyth

Haidee found Cyrus at the top of the abandoned building. It was their meeting place when they were dating in secret years ago. Catching her breath, Haidee looked at Cyrus. He was standing near the edge, looking afar. “Cyrus!” Haidee called. Cyrus, who went thin because of depression, looked behind. His eyes widened when he saw Haidee. “What… What are you doing?” Die. Cyrus wanted to die. The truth was too painful for him to bear.

His name, date of birth, allergies, parent, and sibling. I read out “Noah Cyrus, age: 27, date of birth: February 21st, 1997, Gender: male ….parents: Mr Nath Cyrus and Mrs Molly Cyrus (both deceased as of 2020)” I stopped there and thought poor Noah then continued reading “ Occupation: businessman… Sibling: Lucy Cyrus..” he has a sister? As much as I’ve read his parents died in a car accident so wasn’t his sister supposed to be with him?