Open When You Re Sad Novels & Stories

I interrupted with a frown. "I'm sorry." "I understand how you feel but in times like this, don't jump to the worst. Losing a loved one never gets easy and as much as people will obviously die, we must think about good things as well." "How should I do that? I feel sad when I think about it." "That's okay, but I'll tell you a secret." "What secret?" "The secret to feeling happy in times of sorrow." "What is it?" "Come closer," I whispered and she inched in. "Even closer."

They kept on asking me if I am doing okay and if I probably cry, they will just surely tell me that everything will be fine or try to stop me from crying even more. But Ford says different words. "It's okay to feel sad and hurt about it. It's okay not to be okay for a while. It's okay to cry hard if you feel like crying. You don't have to keep saying you are okay, Kate. While you have that feelings inside you, it's okay to dwell on it for a while. Let yourself mourn and be sad, Kate. Grasp it fully until the feelings itself will help you move forward."

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.

he lets out, but I scoff and cross my arms, "Sky, I'm always sad. I've been sad since that healer gave me my own mind back and I had to come to terms with the shit I did. Being around you makes it better, but when you're away it gets awful... it's awful. So how am I manipulating you?" "I don't know," I murmur, avoiding his eyes. I understand it's not manipulation if he's just being open about his feelings, but every time he acts like he's down, I feel like I need to fix it, "I'm sad too." "Obviously," he murmurs and we both just stay quiet for a few seconds, “Don’t you think… if we’re both sad about the same situation, maybe there’s only one fix?”

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.

He repeated without even glancing at me. His eyes were void of emotions though he never shows his emotions, I can make out that he's broken beneath. He looked sad, something might have happened today. But what?! Why is he so sad? I cleared my throat, "Unless we share someone else's pain, we can never relieve ourselves of pain." At this he glanced down at me with a look...... a weird frowny look. My words were too cliche, I guess!! Okay let's rephrase it. Wait!!! I don't know to rephrase it.

“Yea.... like you’re pretending.... like you’re forcing yourself to talk to me. .... Did I do something wrong?” Cedrics eyes immediately softened at that....”no no no! Not at all! I’m so sorry if I made you feel like I’m pretending..... I just received some upsetting news this morning so my mood is scattered.,... but trust me! I’m happy you’re part of the family now.”

*EMILY* As I walked through the door of my apartment, a wave of overwhelming sadness crashed over me. The weight of my burden pressed heavily upon my shoulders, threatening to shatter the fragile facade of strength I had painstakingly constructed. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I stumbled towards the couch, my legs buckling beneath the weight of my sorrow.

“Are you gonna cry?” I can see that she’s teary and her voice is shaky. I don’t want to cry either but now that she’s talking to me this way, I felt so vulnerable like… I can easily breakdown… “I’m sorry… I just felt really bad… After what happened to you, I don’t know how can I help you when you turned aloof and cold… I’m sorry” “Stop crying…”

Placing my arms on my knees, I lower my head, overcome by an immense sadness, and begin to cry. I strive to be strong, to not let their actions affect me, but it's too difficult. I wish I could play, run, and scream with everyone, but no one wants me around, and it hurts deeply. "Look sis, someone over there is sad," I hear a gentle voice say. I'm drawn to the voice; it sounds pleasant. However, I pay it no attention and continue my cascade of tears. Suddenly, my tears cease, and I feel warm arms enveloping me in a comforting embrace. I