Noah Cyrus Young & Sad Novels & Stories

" Noah said as tears ran down his face. Why does it hurt so bad? Why does it feel like I can't breathe? I can hear the sound of my loud ugly cry as I fail to hold it together and I break. I reached out for Noah, but pull my hand back, knowing he probably doesn't want me to touch him. I was so thankful when he moved forward and pulled me into his arms, hugging me. My head dropped to his shoulder. My hands wrapped around him as I held him tight. Knowing it'll be the last time I'll ever get to hold him. "I'm so sorry Claudius! If I would have known and not been so blind, I would have stopped it before it got this far."

He added before walking close to me, staring down at the box in my hand, “I got a Ferrari.” I muttered quietly, we were standing too close. I looked around and we were the only ones in the room, advantage of waiting for everyone to get theirs. “she went really big this year.” Noah said with a chuckle but I could feel the sad tint in what he said. This was her last Christmas so she probably wanted it to be big. His chuckle died down and he looked down at his feet, “I can’t believe this is happening.” How will he cope when she dies then? He was already feeling like this now, how will he feel when something finally happens to her? I am sure he would be so devastated. I sighed and easily placed

Even though Daliah had told me about this, I remained silent and listened to Nana's story. "I think because he didn't cry at all when his parents died, he became a strong child. I was wrong. Noah's not crying didn't mean he didn't feel sad; he didn't feel lost. At that time, Noah felt the highest point of sadness until it wasn't enough to be replaced by tears." Noah's grandmother's face looked so sad when she told me this.

"Embry Thompson....18.....suicide.....bridge.....note left.....funeral.....Wednesday....believe....connection to.....release.....Noah Hill." Nothing the news reporter said was going in, I barely managed to pick up a few words but it was enough. I let myself drop on the couch as the pressure of the situation pushed against my chest. There was no one looking for me. "But, my p-parents, th-they, no" I sobbed out, the tears flooded down my face. Noah's face held sadness, he tried to comfort me by rubbing my back but I stood and pushed him away.

Noah with his case file and his composure and his sealed letter and his hope. Two boys who had not chosen any of this and had handled it better than most of the adults around them. I called Adrian that evening. “How are you?” I asked. A pause. The honest kind. “Relieved,” he said. “And sad. Both at the same time.” “I know,” I said. “Did Daniel tell you about Noah?” “Yes,” I said. Another pause. “He’s something, isn’t he,” Adrian said. Not a question. Just a fact, stated

But who cares? I am not going to even wish him. " Ahh.. no, actually, I wished him but we will celebrate his birthday tonight. He is busy nowadays," I said and he smiled. " Yeah, he would be absolutely busy and who wouldn't? Boy, his paternal grandfather is in hospital fighting for his life, his dad is nowhere to be found, his maternal grandfather has been killed and just because of that all his company's responsibility has fallen upon his shoulders. Also your tragic Accident, man, this is very depressing, if I was at his place then I could have killed myself or probably would have gone crazy. It's very shocking to see him in good condition. He is very strong mentally," Noah said and I smile

asked that woman couldn't believe it. "Mrs. Zoe ... she d-dies." Gladys stammered. "Geez!" Mr. Retter brushed his hair roughly. His head hurt thinking about it. Noah has used his powers. It meant that his brother would soon find out about their whereabouts. "I had to use my powers, Dad. I can't just keep quiet to see them hurt. Moreover, Gladys. I can't just be silent! I'm sorry ... I have no regrets about what I did to defend my sister. But I'm so sorry because it caused you problems." said Noah as if he knew what Mr. Retter was thinking.

She stared at him and noticed he was crying. "Are you crying?" she asked softly. "The idiot is crying. Is he such a lover boy?" Jake commented, and they all burst into laughter except for Ashley, who didn’t give a damn. Noah signed on to the last spot, and Ashley quickly took away the papers before he would soak them with his tears. Xander got up from the floor and cleaned his knees. "Why are you crying, man?" Xander asked him. Noah’s lips quivered for a moment. "It’s because I love her, okay?!?" he blurted out.

The kids. Everyone squeezed together. Cheeks pressed against cheeks. Arms draped over shoulders. Click. Noah looked at the photo. It was blurry. It was badly lit. Someone's eyes were closed. It was perfect. "The world is going to see this," Noah said. "I'm posting it. On the Foundation page. On NeXus. Everywhere." "Let them see," Aria said. She stood up. She took Noah’s hand. "They thought we were a tragedy," Aria said. "They thought we were a scandal."

“Go hit the showers, Carter.” Noah exhaled through his teeth, a small laugh escaping the kind that wasn’t amusement but disbelief. “You really think that line still means anything?” When Liam didn’t answer, Noah walked off. But his chest hurt like he’d been the one punched. Liam stayed long after the lights dimmed. He needed the quiet. Needed to stop hearing Noah’s voice in his head. He knew the media storm would die eventually. They always did. But this this was different. Because it wasn’t entirely untrue.