Open When You Are Sad Novels & Stories

She missed him desperately, and she didn't know what to do. Feeling the weight of her emotions crushing her spirit, she decided to seek solace in the comfort of a local bar. As she pushed open the door, the inviting warmth and the lively chatter enveloped her like a reassuring embrace. It was a welcomed respite, a temporary haven away from the suffocating sadness that had plagued her.

"What?" "I always do that when I'm here. I always shout, thinking the world would hear me. Whenever I do that, I feel a bit relieved. It's like I finally let go of somethihg that's been bothering me. I shout here, because people around me don't listen. At least when I yell here, it makes me feel like someone is actually listening." I stared at his face and for the first time, I saw a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. A sadness that people don't see on T.V.

I whisper. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hold for ten seconds, then release. I did this until my heart calmed ddown. I felt like I needed that. I needed to do that. It helped me cope I think. I hear a wooden squeak. I turn and see Soul standing on the frame of the door with such a pained expression. His eyes glistened with tears until they fell down silently. But they didn't hold sorrow, or loss, they held sadness and longing. "Are you okay Soul?"

"You can't go anywhere, you're very sick, Eden." "I'm going to be destitute if I don't open." Tears spring to my eyes, spilling over easily. "You don't understand," I sob, embarrassed that I can't control these overwhelming emotions. I've kept this to myself for months, and for it to be coming out when I'm my most vulnerable? This shit sucks. "Your shop is being taken care of." His voice is low and assuring, just on this side of amused. "Being taken care of?"

He maybe just a crush to me, but it does hurt, hearing that he had someone else. Sebastian played the music track and told us what to do. Now all my mental disasters had been accumulated and I knew that I could shake it all off while dancing. I began to move my legs, my arms, and closed my eyes. Every time when I was sad, I used to do this. Just switching on music in high volume and dancing out like it was my last day. And probably this is why I became good at it.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I–I didn’t mean to make you cry…” Sylvia wraps her arms around me and pulls me close to her chest, stroking my hair soothingly as she does her best to calm me down. I don’t know why the full force of my loss and heartbreak has chosen this moment to manifest itself into a wave of desolation that makes me want to do nothing but cry, but I feel unspeakably awful right now.

I found myself seeking consolation in the reassuring presence of my close friend Sandy when I was dejected, broken, and disappointed. I needed her understanding and wisdom. My tear-stained face caught Sandy's eye as I walked into her room. She ran over and tightly embraced me, her expression showing concern.

Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow. During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."

Make that the second at that tim If you've ever gone through something tragic or lost someone close to you ... The pain is unbearable ... The only feeling you want to feel is the feeling of being numb . Not feeling anything is good actually cause I don't have to worry about the hurt that comes with the realization of loss and the fact that... The horrible fact that you are never going to hear that person , laugh again ,Speak , smile , tell you everything will be okay, remedy any sort of pain you'd be in ,and most of all tell you how much they love and cherish you unconditionall

Luca pressed his hand down hard on the doorknob. The door creaked open, loud enough to stop the neighbor in his tracks as he headed upstairs. He turned back. "Mister, I'm sorry. I won't cry anymore," Luca whispered, his head drooping. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, like he thought he'd done something wrong. The neighbor blinked, clearly thrown off by the sight of a kid. "Uh... it's okay, kid. Just try to keep it down, alright?"