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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.

Everything has a reason? There are moments and events in life that we cannot control. So when sadness knocks, let it in, but don't close the door. Leave your chest open so she can get out. The sadness that gets trapped becomes bitterness. It's better to turn sadness into tears, because tears help wash the soul, like rain washes the earth, and then presents us with a beautiful rainbow.

"Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won’t settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn’t take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It’s an offering. A gift." ~Craig Silvey A painful feeling sets in my chest and my voice only comes out a little to ask, "You're leaving?"

I bet he wanted an autograph or someshit, a picture with one of the city's top business men was sure to get him a lot of likes on TikTok. I wasn't in the mood for small talk, I wasn't in the mood for any fucking thing asides Melissa, I wondered how she was doing in there,her hands always trembled when she was scared or sad and I was always there to hold her hand, but right now I wasn't there beside her holding her hand, reassuring her she wasn't alone. I knew she was reliving hell, opening old wounds inside there, and even tho she had never said anything of her past to me, I'd sometimes find her huddled in a corner crying, I hated this fucking place.

I didn’t say anything that amusing. “You are million years young to care for me.” She said after she stopped herself. “There is no to feel sad,” I said again after a while. She raised her one eyebrow in amusement. “You and Moona and Reed. You have similar sadness. But you have different sadness than them. it’s like you are a cold spot in the room. I can shout at him or tease him and get a reaction that let me know that he is still there.” I sit straight now and look straight in her old eyes. “But your sadness is like icy well. Its bottomless and swallows up your voice and everything you try to drop into it.” I said and even I was surprised from myself.

"Sorry. It's just still new to me. I can't seem to get over it." He takes a few steps toward me and says, "Don't apologize for being sad, Leonora. Not to me. Your parents are gone and I'm guessing that they were the people closest to you, correct?" I nod. "Well then, you're allowed to be sad and show sadness. Anyone who expects anything else from you is a dick. And I mean that."

There is a quiet kind of "cheerful," the soft kind that comes as a quiet river on a sunny day. It is a way of being that allows others a positive space to open up into, a space that is ready to support their emotions and needs. There is of course a time and place for the loud kind of cheerful, yet here in the hospital it can have the effect of closing people down - after all it is challenging to express sad feelings to a person who appears so far removed from those emotions.

“I’m okay.” She didn’t look convinced. “Do you want to know a secret?” I asked. Her eyes lit up slightly. “Yes.” “Being sad doesn’t mean something is wrong,” I said. “Sometimes it just means something matters a lot.” She considered that seriously. “Like when I thought you weren’t coming back?” My chest tightened. “Exactly like that.” “But you did come back.” “I did.” Her expression softened into something certain. “Then it’s okay.” I smiled faintly, even as emotion pressed against my throat. “Yeah. It is.”

ASHER * * Whenever I go through a bad break-up, there's usually three things that comes in mind to do. 1) Crash out. Just cry and listen to Olivia Rodrigo and ghost everyone for weeks 2) Drink till stupor. 3) Fuck I took the third option. Now there's something called Sober sex, you fuck the closest person around when you're sad, depressed or angry. I don't want to crash out, and I don't want to drink... sex is the only option left.

We actually shared a lot of interests and for the first time I was kept up in the night, texting someone that wasn’t my dad. I take out my phone to text Kai. He was late, by two minutes really but it feels like a lifetime now that I am so nervous. No. I couldn’t do that. If he stood me up, I cannot appear desperate. Instead, I start doomscrolling but my mind isn’t on the I*******m reels at all. I was starting to get sleepy because sleep is my coping mechanism when I am sad and I wanted to just wash my face and cry myself to sleep. I hear a knock on the door and my heart skipped a bit. I reapplied lip gloss and went to open the door. Kai! He had no idea how happy I was to see him.