Noah Cyrus Young & Sad Novels & Stories

Guilt wash through Ryan as she looked away from Melissa, hiding her sad look and pathetic face. "I know I was selfish and I was heartless," Ryan said "But I regret all of it" she began to cry. "I feel like the collateral damage here," Melissa said through clenched teeth "Do not fucking shade false tears!" "Melis-" "Shushhh!" Melissa angrily raised her left hand "you don't what it feels like to be poor and vulnerable" "Melissa you don-" "You don't know what it feels like to be abandoned by one's father?" Tears began to rush her face "Do you?"

"Yes. The bad man. The one who took you. The one who hurt us." "Are you sad? Are you sad that he died?" "I don't know, buddy. I don't know what I am. I don't know how I feel. I feel so many things I don't feel anything." Noah is quiet for a moment. His little face scrunches up like he's thinking very hard about something very big. Like he's trying to find the right words. Then he hugs Ethan. His small arms barely reach around his father's shoulders.

" 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.

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

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.

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.”

"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.