Novel & Cerita Open When You Re Sad

"What do you do when I'm sad?" "Let you be." "You're not considerate." "Tears will only come for a while but the heart needs time to calm down and after letting you calm down I will apologize." "If it's not your fault?" "Still I have to apologize so that you feel relieved and don't think bad things anymore."

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.

Sarah It felt like drifting through an endless dream, each moment stretching into eternity. After my firstborn's death, grief enveloped me like a suffocating shroud. I retreated, closing my heart and mind to the outside world. Joy became a foreign concept, a distant memory I could no longer grasp. Nothing could penetrate the fog of my sorrow because deep down, I knew I was fundamentally broken—I was not okay. Just like then, my mind feels closed off, wrapped in a thick layer of ice. Driving aimlessly, stopping several times to watch the setting sun.

LEVI’S POV Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi “I fell by the wayside like everyone else. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself. Our every moment, I start to replace. ‘Cause now that they’re gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say.” I was singing while I was breaking the shell of an egg. I was cooking some sunny-side up egg, fried rice, and hotdog for breakfast.

Rubу wаѕ slightly too оvеr enthusiastic to lеаvе, whісh mаdе mе fееl ѕаd аnd mу heart ѕlіghtlу асhеd. I knеw I wаѕ bеіng silly and mаdе myself fееl bеttеr bу ореnіng mу Kіndlе аnd losing mуѕеlf in thе hot guу thаt was сurrеntlу getting аll mу аttеntіоn.

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.

"It's okay to be sad, you know. Just don't let it get you down too much; there is a lot of things that can make people happy." "My mom told me that it's good to be sad every once in a while. Sounds strange, I know. But look at it in this way; if you are sad, and you know how it all feels, you can appreciate everything in a greater light. I didn't understand it at first, but I get it now. It's even okay to break down and let yourself cry because tears just show how long you remained strong."

Goodnight Adrian. Several seconds passed. ADRIAN: Goodnight, Little lamb. After that—the messages stopped. And deep down, I knew Adrian understood I needed space. Saturday morning finally broke the numbness. Because the moment Sadie arrived at my apartment carrying snacks and iced capuccino-I burst into tears instantly. Full ugly crying. The kind that physically hurt. “Oh my God,” Sadie gasped while rushing toward me. “Baby…” I cried into my best friend’s shoulder while Sadie held me tightly.

Emily pulls away and looks up at me, her bright smile slightly faltering when she realizes what it is that she has done. “I am so sorry,” she breathes out, “I don’t know what came over me.” “It’s okay,” I reassure her, “I…” I hesitate for a brief moment before opening my mouth once again, “you can do that whenever you want, Emily. It does not matter if you are happy or sad, I will always be here to hold you when you need it.”

Sad. Everything makes me feel sad lately. Or numb. Like I’m moving through this grey, muted version of my life where nothing really lands. The only time I feel anything sharp or real is when Zahra’s around. The other day, when she came to visit us, it was like my emotions flicked back on. Like colour rushed back into the world after years of static. Now it’s gone again. Lex whines softly. ‘We’ll find our mate soon, buddy,’ I tell him, even though there’s no conviction in the words. He knows it. I know it. The lie just hangs there between us, thin and useless.