Open When You Re Sad Novels & Stories

A wave of sadness crashed over me, heavy and relentless. I needed air. I slipped through the crowd, ignoring the voices that called after me, and pushed open the heavy door. The music dulled instantly as it swung shut behind me, the laughter cut off like it had never existed. Cold night air wrapped around me, sharp and clear, and I let out a shaky breath.

June face palmed. “But she’s shutting herself away from us!” “That’s normal Dan,” said July. “According to WikiKim, Sadness is an emotional pain associated with, or characterized by, feelings of disadvantage, loss, despair, grief, helplessness, disappointment and sorrow. An individual experiencing sadness may become quiet or lethargic, and withdraw themselves from others. So that’s a normal thing Dan, as her brother we have to stay here until she opens up with us. We are all single, that’s why it’s difficult for us to relate.” He exclaimed.

Anna's voice were becoming husky as tears slipped it way to her eyes. She went on kneels and touched the grave."Do you remember where we first met?" she chuckles and sniffles. "I'm so stupid to be talking to you like you could even hear me. But, I feel happy standing in your grave to speak to you, it makes me feel like you're here with me. I can't forget that night at the grocery store where you worked, I distracted you from attending to your customers and I could still hear their voices yelling at us-" she paused and giggles lightly with tears rolling steadily on her cheeks.

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.

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."

Jordan said while holding the picture frame. I was about to walk inside my room when he speaks. "Joash, when will I see this smiles again?" He asked and showed me our image. I saw how happy I am on that photo. I've been asking myself lately, when will that happiness be back to me? "I don't know" I answered "I'll just change my clothes" I added I walked straight to my room and glanced at my mirror and saw how sadness covered my face, I tried to pull out a smile, my lips are smiling but I can still see how sad I am through my eyes.

I stutter whenever I feel nervous or upset. "I'm here for you" My heart skipped a beat upon hearing him. "You're three years late, Stefan" I muttered without thinking much. I wiped my tears and crossed him. I don't want to stay near him because I know if I did then I would end up broken down in front of him. I insert the password to open my door. "I'm sorry" My hands stopped and again unwanted tears fell from my eyes. "I'm sorry for everything, Shine" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, and pressed the enter button to open the door.

“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.

It feels like a moment of healing. My aunt holds me close, whispering comforting words into my ear. "It's okay to feel sad sometimes," she says. "Remembering the past can be painful, but it's also beautiful." I nod, my tears slowly subsiding. "I just miss them so much," I say, my voice quiet. "I know," my aunt says, giving me a squeeze. "But they would want you to be happy. They would want you to remember the good times." I take a deep breath, and a smile slowly begins to spread across my face. I know she's right.

Isaac suddenly contorted his face in raw pain and sadness, as if something deep had been triggered within him by Adrian's words. In that instant, Isaac became distraught, tears flooding his eyes. "What's wrong?" Adrian asked, concerned about lacing his voice. Isaac inhaled deeply, his chest trembling with emotion. "Just reminds me of my sister who is lost," he said through an agonizing voice. The words seemed to echo, a sad remembrance of the deep scars that Isaac had within himself.