Novel & Cerita Open When Youre Sad

I smirked and narrowed my eyes, "You have a parachute?" His forehead furrowed, surprised by my question. "What for?" "My offer about eloping is still open," I joked as I moved my lips closer to his. I could feel the fire burning within me, so I stood up immediately and walked away from him. I just realized that when I'm sad, it's easier to pretend I'm happy. All I have to do was show a fake smile to everyone, but it was harder to pretend I was sad when my heart was jumping with joy.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

PLEASE ENJOY. I’m Fine I'm opening my eyes under the sky that's so blue that it's cold The out-pouring sunlight makes me feel dizzy My breath is quickening, my heart is racing I can feel it so easily that I'm alive It's alright, even if it's not us Even if sadness erases me Even if there are clouds Even if I'm in an endless dream Even if I'm endlessly crumpled Even if my wings are torn Even if some day, I'm not me anymore

He maybe just a crush to me, but it does hurt, hearing that he had someone else. Sebastian played the music track and told us what to do. Now all my mental disasters had been accumulated and I knew that I could shake it all off while dancing. I began to move my legs, my arms, and closed my eyes. Every time when I was sad, I used to do this. Just switching on music in high volume and dancing out like it was my last day. And probably this is why I became good at it.

My eyes close and I can’t force them open even if I want to. “I’m so sorry, Karen,” I hear him sob before everything fades off.

My arms circle her by reflex, and my chest tightens. “I know you’ll never shed a tear in front of me, so I’ll tell you—it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to have days when you don’t want to get out of bed. When you want to shout at the world, but nobody’s listening. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” Her voice is muffled by my shirt, but forceful. And then she stands on her tiptoes and presses her palms to my chest and kisses me on the cheek.

The possessive kiss in the driveway only minutes ago and now this. I exhaled slowly. No, Sadie wasn’t manipulative. She couldn’t be. I’d known her for years, yet the doubt lingered. “Open your eyes,” I said quietly. “I know you’re awake.” Her lashes trembled. Then, with a guilty pout, she slowly opened them. " That was so low." Sadie threw her arms around my waist, burying her face against my chest. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just… I couldn’t stand the thought of you spending the day with her.”

Right now work is his priority so I shouldn't have bothered him with small insignificant things. I wish I could have a friend over to cheer me up a little. Cole could make me smile right now. Lacey would give me one if her gentle hugs and threaten to key Master's car. Vincent wouldn't know how to cheer me up but he'd try his best, he's really adorable. I could use a hug from Marcus right now, he's comforting and knows how to make people feel better.

"Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won’t settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn’t take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It’s an offering. A gift." ~Craig Silvey A painful feeling sets in my chest and my voice only comes out a little to ask, "You're leaving?"

"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.