Sad Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

Crouching down by his bed, the content of the paper made my hold onto it tighter, nearly crumpling it—it has a drawing of the three of us: Erwin, Reigna, and I, with the faces drawn with sad expressions and a tear in each of our left eye. …I really need to bring her back.

I saw Luke shut her eyes tight and nodded. When Luke left and close the door my eyes travel to an empty canvas, and all the painting we bought. I gulp and stood up, I lock the door and immediately started painting… Yellow and orange… they both come hand in hand when painting something calm but for me the color also symbolizes sadness. I remember the time when I paint Luke using this colors but today I paint the sky… it might look weird but I added a star in it. A lonely star all alone in the sky of sadness, it took me an hour to finish a small canvas but even though I paint it with sadness but I find calm while looking at it… and a smile left my mouth.

Whatever happened last night, all the crying and refusing to eat, waved past his head like it never happened — he had forgotten about everything that happened yesterday, at least pretended to so he would not spoil his happiness. Right there on the wooden table was an A4 with a sketch of David's face. Every feature and every detail were measured beautifully correctly — it was so perfect and realistic, and the artist himself could not stop smiling at his own work. Travis smiled and laughed as if he had seen something funny, and interesting. It was indeed interesting to watch his work — a drawing that he started last night when he had decided to find something to distract his poisonous thoughts

“I want us to remember her… but not let what she did hurt us anymore.” Kelvin said: “Can we draw a picture of the happy time, then put it in a memory box?” I smiled. “That’s perfect.” Daisy looked at me—eyes glistening, a crease of hope between her brows. “And what about the sad pictures—the ones with her in the background?” “We can put those in too,” I said. “Together. We talk about the feeling—sad, angry—maybe scared. And then we… we write a promise next to it.” I turned to Daisy. “A promise from all of us: we’re past this.”

Smiles. Jessica frowned. Not big exaggerated smiles. Not perfect smiles. Real ones. The kind that sat quietly on someone's face when they forgot they were being watched. The kind that arrived before people even realised they were happy. She stared at the pages for a long moment. Because she'd spent years drawing sadness. Years. Sad eyes. Lonely people. Shadows. Empty spaces. Even when she drew trees or landscapes, there had always been something lonely hidden somewhere inside them. And now somehow, without noticing...

she said softly to her daughter. Sandy batted her eyelashes when she heard that. Then, she set her iPad down, pulled out a folded piece of paper from her bag, and handed it to her mother. Matilda handed it directly to Sage. "Sandy drew this, Sage. Here, have a look." Sage nodded, accepted it, and unfolded it. It was a drawing of several water lilies, each with a different color but all full of life. "You did an amazing job, Sandy. I really like it," Sage said with a smile. "Thank you."