Open When You Re Sad Novels & Stories

"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?"

I sit up, suddenly feeling deflated, finding my phone. 'I'm okay, thinking of you too. Hope you are having a good time'. The message is the best I can do and I manage with shaking fingers to send it. I fall back on the pillow crying from the now bleeding wound that has just been re-opened.

I will never hug anyone else. * I am glad Sadie is back. * I just heard that the magazine is out of stock in just few hours. * I need a copy of the magazine. I will place it under my pillow. Maybe one day, I will get to meet Sadie. * Holy moly, Sadie's account was just opened. Guess how many followers? Shit! She's so lucky. * Wait! It's really Sadie Meyers! I think I am gonna faint. * I never thought I will see Sadie again.

she mutters, rubbing her temples. Presley pouts dramatically. “Oh, come on, Tam! Don’t be such a killjoy,” she says, a teasing edge to her voice. “It’ll be fun! Besides, we all need a little excitement, right?” Sadie, ever the peacemaker, laughs lightly. “I’m down, but only if everyone wants to play.” She looks at me, and I can tell she’s checking in on me. "I'm not interested” I say not willing to put myself in a position to be vulnarable.

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?"

I say, looking off into the distance. "It's okay to be sad. It's okay to feel what you need to feel and to let it all out" "I try not to. I'm an ex-military man, and they don't drill it into you to turn your emotions off for nothing. I try not to get sad because I own a company that needs someone strong..." "Being sad isn't a weakness. It's a definition" "Of what?" How can it be a definition. It's not as easy as that.

"Hmmm, sob* sob* hmmm...what..." "Can you close your eyes? I have some words in my head that I want to say to someone...the person I loved before...can I just instead say to you? I just...hmmm sob*sob* hmmm... I just need to let this out... can I?" "Hmmm, I am really hurting you double now, right? You still have heartache for her and now to me...how can I say no..." She said and then closed her eyes, I held her face even closer to me...now I am facing the other Amber inside her...hmmm the Amber that I really miss...and I couldn't help but cry...hmmm sob*sob* hmmm...

"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.

It shouldn’t be that. Ocelotte turned on the car’s speaker, and a raspy, melancholic female voice filled the car — "You want my happiness, "But I don’t have that much happiness. "Happiness drowns in this world, "Happiness drowns in tears, "Through my fingers, I watch your unintentional sneer, and I forget to cry. "It turns out, you don’t like seeing me sad…"

She asked mockingly. "No am not, I also know about Sally's brutal attitude towards you" she paused for a while selecting her words tactically "I will go away, but I want you to know this, its a secret that cheers me up whenever am unhappy. There's a book i read which goes that, whenever you loose a teardrop, you loose ten years of your youth in a mono second. So if you don't want to get old before the end of the day, you should probably try tobe happy"