Open When You Re Sad Novels & Stories

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.

"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?"

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I–I didn’t mean to make you cry…” Sylvia wraps her arms around me and pulls me close to her chest, stroking my hair soothingly as she does her best to calm me down. I don’t know why the full force of my loss and heartbreak has chosen this moment to manifest itself into a wave of desolation that makes me want to do nothing but cry, but I feel unspeakably awful right now.

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.

"You're usually like an open book to me, but tonight. The moment you sat down across from me I felt the change in you. What is it?" "I," is all I'm able to say. I try swallowing, I breathe through my nose. Is like there's rock trapped between my vocal cords. It is frustrating trying to express something that's been killing you, hunting you, and now, now instead of words tears were the only thing coming out of me. "I'm sorry."

I felt little eyes all shift to me as I smiled weakly at her, pinching her chin gently. “No sweetie. Sometimes people get sad because of what they have done and not because of other people. Okay?” I asked her as Maya got up from the floor coming towards me. “Are you sad that we are here?” She asked me as I chuckled, calling her closer. “I would never be sad because of you. You are brighten up my life. So how could I be sad?” I asked them, as they smiled weakly at me. “I promise never to be sad with you, okay?” I asked them, as they smiled weakly. I pulled Oaklyn in a hug, kissing her temple as all of them swarmed over for hugs.’

it’s just different. 46 - days of sadness 13 – full days of despair, not sad, not unhappy, but pure despair!

"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...

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.

The words tumbled out, each one a shield against the vulnerability that threatened to consume her. A maelstrom of emotions, as elusive as mist, enveloped her. "But why," she wondered aloud, her voice a tremor in the quiet expanse, "do I get so overwhelmingly sad when he is not around me?" The admission hung in the air, both an acknowledgment and a revelation that reverberated within her chest.