Open When You Are Sad Novels & Stories

Marina Sadness is the chance to learn about yourself and your soul; it's when your heart opens its windows and doors. Now, as tears stream down my face, I realize how much Adam truly meant to me, how much joy his smile brought me, and how much I truly loved him. I'm stranded, crashing while my mind calls his name, but there is no answer; Adam doesn't call my name as I shout his. There is only silence slithering around me as memories of us play on repeat inside my head.

Gathering what little energy I had left, I croaked out, "Rebecca… please… call the nurse for me…" Before she could respond, a sudden burst of sobbing came through the phone. Hendrix's voice trembled dramatically. "Spencer, I know you'll never forgive me. I'm so sorry—I don't deserve to live anymore!" Rebecca shot me an accusatory glare, her eyes burning with fury. "Hendrix has depression! If his condition worsens because of you, I swear I'll never forgive you!" Then, without missing a beat, her tone softened as she spoke into the phone, her voice laced with concern and affection, "Hendrix, calm down. Please don't do anything rash. I'm coming over right now."

But doubts and insecurities have taken root in my heart, causing a tumultuous storm within. I lean back in the chair, feeling its support as I surrender to the flood of emotions that engulf me. The tears flow freely now, a release of the pent-up sadness and frustration that have consumed me for far too long. Elena remains by my side, her calming presence a lifeline at this moment of vulnerability.

I can slowly feel myself starting to fade and I hate it. Shouting and cheering bring me out of my daydream and I quickly realise that someone has found their mate causing a small smile to grace my face. It's always happy news when someone finds their mate, even if I don't know them, I wish them well. My sad smile quickly turns to a wince when something accidentally bumps into me causing my ribs to scream out in pain.

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

Sadness is something that they hug all time. Well, not all girls are like that however, eighty percent are similar this way which was why Kayle spoke this way. “Brother, it’s not like that…” embarrassed Mary packing her fist on her lap as her cheek turned pink. Kayle just chuckled. When silence fell, soon noises of children crying and shouting started bursting within the walls of the offices, “They are waking up now. After having their breakfast, the little toddlers fell asleep yet this is the time they wake up. That’s why you get to hear such noises.”

She paused. Inhaling a soft breath, Crystal nodded. "Yes, sometimes literally the death of our heart occurs, but it's for a limited time. Our hearts don't stop beating even for a second. If it stopped beating, we'll be expired. When people feel sad, they'll be immersed in the word 'sad.' If we want to overcome it, all we have to do is to forget the words which make us sad, which makes us think."

Trust me, nobody wants to be sad. We all hate it when we feel weak, lost, and heavy in our hearts. We all want to get out of it desperately. So please don’t tell us “Don’t be sad.” There are times when sadness slaps you like a wind, and there is nothing you can do about it. You try everything, but nothing helps. So please accept that it’s okay to be sad.

She is turning nine already! "Uhmm..I'm sorry I didn't mean to." I said weakly. "No! You are always rude to me, even if I don't do anything to you!" I don't know what to say to him. And how to accommodate him. Well, my friends, I read that if someone is sad, you have to give them a hug. I took a deep breath and approached Klea, I sat next to her and took the pillow that was covering her face. god... she is so pretty.