Open When You Are Sad Novels & Stories

Some people are familiar, but some are not. It was one of those nights where I wouldn't play with a band but alone with only a ukelele on my hand. I sometimes do this, whenever I feel sad or when I feel lonely, I will play a cute, happy song. Very far from what my heart is feeling. It was because I believe I shouldn't drown myself with sorrow. I can be bold whenever I want to be and explode whenever I want. I shouldn't always be a ticking time bomb. People would always neglect the things in front of them just because of their emotions, but it shouldn't be like that.

gives you hope. As I play, the emotions I've been holding back come rushing to the surface. The tears fall freely now, each one a release, a cleansing of my soul. The pain of my past, the fear of the unknown, the excitement of new beginnings – it all pours out through the music. I close my eyes, letting the melody guide me, losing myself in the rhythm.

Normally not an emotional person it was weird that he could make her cry so easily but she knew it was the guilt of forgetting that one small detail that changed the course of hers and his life. “Sweetheart, it is nothing to get upset over.” He said as he wrapped his good arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He could feel the sobs that racked her tiny body. He felt more guilty for saying something, and it felt like he had cut his own heart out when he realized she was crying. “Honey, don’t. Please don’t cry.” “Mack, I thought I lost you.” She said softly. “Now you’re here, and you thought it was you. That hurts.”

I gently touched my cheek. “I can’t believe people get scared of a pretty cute face like mine,” I whispered to myself, momentarily forgetting the previous night's drama, forgetting how I had physically shoved a terrified mistress back into my husband’s arms. “The only thing that brings me joy is me.” Knock. Knock. Knock. Three sharp, demanding raps shattered the quiet of the morning. My little smile faded instantly, wiped away by the tension tightening my shoulders.

Manager Sol’s grandmother muttered as she walked towards me again, but this time, she was gentle rather than excited. I felt the warmth of her hand as she caressed my arm. “Whatever it is that is burdening your heart right now that you don’t want to tell it to anyone, and you feel like your heart will burst in the worst emotion that you just want to be alone and scream… Just do it, honey. There is totally nothing wrong with being sad. Sadness makes the happy moments special, and without it, people will never know that feeling of being happy.” I was soothed by her warm and soft voice like she is talking to me deep in my heart.

It shouldn’t be that. Ocelotte turned on the car’s speaker, and a raspy, melancholic female voice filled the car — "You want my happiness, "But I don’t have that much happiness. "Happiness drowns in this world, "Happiness drowns in tears, "Through my fingers, I watch your unintentional sneer, and I forget to cry. "It turns out, you don’t like seeing me sad…"

I said and extended my pinky finger to him. He looked confused but extended his own pinky and locked it with my own. “I promise.” As soon as I heard his promise, i told him what helps me when i am sad, "Just cry your heart out and hug your mom, although its not cool so do it when you are home. and i make this mean mac and cheese, i will make one batch for you, you can eat it and i promise it helps alot." he looked at me strangely for a second then a laugh burst out of him, he shook his head at me.

I sit up, suddenly feeling deflated, finding my phone. 'I'm okay, thinking of you too. Hope you are having a good time'. The message is the best I can do and I manage with shaking fingers to send it. I fall back on the pillow crying from the now bleeding wound that has just been re-opened.

I smirked and narrowed my eyes, "You have a parachute?" His forehead furrowed, surprised by my question. "What for?" "My offer about eloping is still open," I joked as I moved my lips closer to his. I could feel the fire burning within me, so I stood up immediately and walked away from him. I just realized that when I'm sad, it's easier to pretend I'm happy. All I have to do was show a fake smile to everyone, but it was harder to pretend I was sad when my heart was jumping with joy.

Fuck what am I going to do? "go on keep going",is voiced in my head. I sit sadly as the door opens and my family rushes in. I can't smile as they look happy to see me awake all I feel is defeated. I feel worthless. Totally worthless.