Noah Cyrus Young & Sad Novels & Stories

He says when he sees my lost expression and laughs. "Okay, listen to this, then." He says and pulls out his phone. The song that he plays stirs something from way deep inside. The vocalist took me on a wave of emotions as he described the loss of his youth and the abandonment he felt. I look at Noah. "Is this Seether or Nirvana?" I ask but he shakes his head and pockets the phone. "Nah, that was me," I blink in surprise and tried to contain my shock, but failed.

They looked too good - a sight for his old ailing eyes. Noah never thought that this day would come. He had been tickled pink on Cayden's announcement that he got married to a girl named Wyoming Wilson. When he collapsed last week, he failed to hope that he would ever meet this young woman whom his grandson chose to be his life’s partner. Now, he was happy to overcome his failing heart and be able to meet this wonderful, beautiful girl who puts a smile on her grandson’s eyes. Cayden is too precious to him. All he wanted was his happiness.

I complained. Noah crouched in front of me. "Hey, it's not that bad. There is another side to this incident. I think you will understand later. Try to calm yourself down first, "pleaded Noah. I smiled thinly, "there is another side, you say. I don't need that. can you bring Dennis back to life? "I asked firmly. Noah was stunned, his expression getting angry with me. "Can you stop thinking about another man in front of me? I'm tired of enduring this turmoil, you know? It's not just you who is sad here, "snapped Noah.

He gave me a tiny nod, mumbling a lifeless “Sorry” Then he turned and walked out of the room without looking back. I fell on the bed and broke into another round of tears . It was such a stupid thing to cry about. But it felt like I was crying over the pent-up frustrations from work and my family. And maybe some things were even true. The pressure of balancing everything was overwhelming and I hated myself every day. I didn't hear Logan come in until later on and when he did, I found it weird that he would tiptoe. Was he hoping not to wake me or something?

Nicolas whispered to her. Noah delivered a short speech to the small crowd. There's a couple of reporters in there who's looking for Averill, "She's too tired and depressed about the death of our son. She badly wants to go here too, but she fainted from fatigue," he lies to them. The reporters dared not ask anymore. They wanted to ask more, but Noah's stare clearly told them they're gonna regret it if they opened their mouth again. "It has been tough these past months, and I thank you all for being here for my son,"

Theo and Damon pulled them both away. Noah looked at him with anger while Levi looked apologetic. Noah sat on the pavement of the street with an expression of aghast. He didn't know how he would say that he lost his 5 year old niece in the park. His sister would kill him and dump him down in the river.

Suddenly, it was just us. I’d never seen him cry before. Not once. Not after losing championship games, not when scouts passed him over during sophomore year. Not even after my parents died, when he spent three weeks sitting outside my bedroom door every single night because he knew I couldn’t sleep unless I felt he was on the other side. Noah was always the steady one, the one who knew what to do,the one who held the world together when it shattered. Seeing him like this felt wrong in the worst possible way.

His lips wobbled when he looked at August, "I know mummy doesn't like him, and I don't want to make my mummy sad. I just want to have a father." August's heart broke for the boy. "All the kids on the playground have a mother and a father. I just want a father," he said in a choked voice. And all August could think was that he was too young to be speaking with such mature grief. She reached over and scratched his head affectionately. Isabella would skin her if she ever introduced Ronan to Noah. And yet still, the boy's sadness was all too palpable and real to be ignored. Her mind was divided, but then her heart's cry could not be so ignored. Noah's sadness could not be ignored.

"We'll keep sleeping separately for now. There's no rush." A pang of guilt hit me. I had pulled him into my mess—asked him to help me escape a toxic situation and then dragged my past right into our wedding. But then again, in our circles, who didn't know about Jonathan and me? I nodded quietly, grateful for the space to breathe. Alone in bed that night, I watched a hashtag climb to the top of social media: [Jonathan Baxter Spotted Drinking Alone at 2 AM – Heartbreak Brewing?] The comments exploded immediately.

Zain gave me sad eyes, and his lips started trembling. Uh oh. Not again. "You know what, dude?" Noah started, "you have started spreading your crybaby germs to others. We will take our leave. I don't want snot on this shirt," he finished with a smirk in my direction. "Damn you, Noah whatever-your-last-name-is!" I said, aggravated, and walked away. "See, you made her sad, Zainy. Now is the time to cry." I heard Noah saying behind me and I had to roll my eyes.