Noah Cyrus Young & Sad Novels & Stories

"This is supposed to be the happiest day in my dad's life. After my mother left, my dad was depressed. I thought he would never recover. But now, my dad is finally getting married to someone new. He found a woman that he truly loves." Noah brushes a strand of hair away from my face. "Are you saying you're not happy?" I meet his blue eyes. "Yes, does that make me a terrible person? Am I selfish for being sad?" "Why are you sad?" Noah's voice is gentle. He is drawing circles on my cheek, smiling softly. "There is nothing to be sad about." "Yes, there is... Because after today, you and I..." I can't finish the sentence. Someone might be listening to our conversation, but the light in Noah's eye

Kylie retorted in tears. "Then go ahead and kill yourself! Kill yourself!" Nicole snapped back in tears. "Both of you should stop!" Jay yells at them standing in their middle. "I know you both are tensed with all that is going on but please don't take it out on yourself, it's the least thing Brad and I want to deal with right now". Awkward silence erupted between the four of them. Nicole couldn't hold it any longer, she took a step and embrace Kylie. "I'm.. sorry" she muffles out sobbing uncontrollably.

And I thought I could simply make more children. But that's bullshit. Those three, they are the most important people in my life. Talking to Rose has helped me a lot more than I will ever admit. And knowing Violet and Ozzy are dead now has helped a lot, too. It has lowered the rage inside my soul. But now that the rage is gone, all I have is sadness. Sorrow. Grief. ➿➿➿➿ "You look good," Noah says when he walks into my room a few days later. I'm trying to catch my breath after a very short workout. Five minutes of high-knees and I'm dizzy as hell, feeling like I ran a marathon, "You’re done with that?"

“Where is she?” Ryan hesitated. Noah took a menacing step forward. “Where. The. Fuck. Is. She?” Ryan shook his head. “She’s gone.” “Gone?” “She left the city.” Noah turned, pacing. His vision blurred at the edges, his breathing uneven. He needed to get out of there before he destroyed something. Or worse, someone. Ryan spoke again, his voice softer now. “Noah… I’m sorry.” Noah let out a rough exhale, shoving his hands through his hair. He felt sick. He had lost a child. And he would never get to meet them. Never get to hear their laugh, hold them, teach them things, watch them grow.

Everything dark. That night, home empty. We sit on the floor. Holding. Crying. No words. His phone buzzes. Unknown. Message. Sorry for your loss. Video attached. Grandma’s last moments. From inside the room. Someone was there. Watching. Recording. Even her death. My scream echoes. Noah smashes the phone. Rage. Tears. Who? How deep does this go? The pain bottomless. Grief endless. And the shadow… closer than ever.

"But it turns out you weren't okay. I get how you feel." I looked at Noah, more intensely than before. "You feel the same way?" "Even worse than you, Casey. I didn't even know about my mom's death until my dad told me. I don't know… I didn't know anything until I realized I didn't have anyone." That wound was so deep. I could feel it. Noah's pain. He never wanted to tell anyone. "You have me now, Noah. Don't feel lonely.”

AVA The empty cot loomed before us, a stark reminder of my failure. Noah's hand trembled as he reached for a tiny onesie, his blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. Oscar stood frozen, his usual warmth replaced by a hollow emptiness. Theo's jaw clenched, his protective instincts rendered useless. And Callum... Callum's anguish hit me like a physical blow through our mental link.

And it had already been 4 hours and no sign of him. "And now we have Wayo from the Faculty of Economics". The mc announced and Noah turned to the stage where Yo was sitting behind the Mic beside a piano. No doubt he had a soothing voice. Especially the song he chose. Noah smiled listening to him because it was his favorite too. Covered in lips Whispers in your eyes I'll be yours I'll be yours Nothing hurts more than not caring Time like black and white, knowing nothing about the future I feel like I've been waiting for you

"Of course, he will overcome this. We just need to think positive, pray and help out with the funds he will need. I'll see you in a few days, ok? Say hi to my godson for me." Two days later, I was going back to my workstation when I heard my phone ringing. I quickly went to pick up the receiver and said, "Hello?" I heard Izzie's sobs on the other end and she barely managed to say, "Hello, Nia?" I gripped the receiver so hard, dreading to hear her broken sobs. "Izzie. Why are you crying?" "We need to go to the hospital now. Noah...Oh...Noah passed away this morning. He suffered from cardiac arrest while being questioned in the police station. We need to help his sister and Leny."

I muttered, the month's worth of agony still fresh in my mind. “No.” He exclaimed again this time and came to hug me. He held me crying in his arms and we held each other and cried together. The truth hung heavy in the air, a thick covering that covered us both. Noah's eyes glistened with tears and his expression softened. A mixture of sorrow and anger shimmered in Noah's eyes as his expression softened. "Ciara, I'm so sorry," he whispered, as he felt the weight of the suffering I had gone through on my own.