Open When Youre Sad Novels & Stories

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.

When I'm sad, I usually go for walks like this, take pictures, it makes me think about what I can do to get around the situation that's hurting me, you know? So Nate Naetang, do you want to make up for what you did yesterday, and take me on a sightseeing tour? Or can I say romantic? I would say that if I had a little more courage, but since I don't yet, I just smile, and say something more obvious. — Sounds like a good way to forget about problems! [...]

‘I'm sorry, I'm broken, I'm so fucking sorry, please don't hate me’ But when the doors slide open, the words die in my throat.

A few minutes alone will give me a chance to scrape up my last surviving brain cells. “S-sure. Okay.” Cheeks pink, Sadie wobbles out of the pop-up bar. She doesn’t look back at me.

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.”

I whisper. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hold for ten seconds, then release. I did this until my heart calmed ddown. I felt like I needed that. I needed to do that. It helped me cope I think. I hear a wooden squeak. I turn and see Soul standing on the frame of the door with such a pained expression. His eyes glistened with tears until they fell down silently. But they didn't hold sorrow, or loss, they held sadness and longing. "Are you okay Soul?"

Normally not an emotional person it was weird that he could make her cry so easily but she knew it was the guilt of forgetting that one small detail that changed the course of hers and his life. “Sweetheart, it is nothing to get upset over.” He said as he wrapped his good arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He could feel the sobs that racked her tiny body. He felt more guilty for saying something, and it felt like he had cut his own heart out when he realized she was crying. “Honey, don’t. Please don’t cry.” “Mack, I thought I lost you.” She said softly. “Now you’re here, and you thought it was you. That hurts.”

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.

I bury my face in my hands and let the sobs come. The door swings open again. “You okay?”

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.