Sad Eyes From On My Block Novels & Stories

On other side. It was night time..tonight was the full moon..wherever it's light was Falling that place is illuminating on its own..Ava was still walking on the street aimlessly she didn't want to go home " why these tears are coming again and again ..I hate u Ryan..I don't have any job now ..I don't have Xavier's no...no one is here for me " she wipes her tears, but they were not stopping.. "I thought after coming to my hometown everything will get alright..I had never cried in my life but after coming here am just...stop crying Ava..." She scolded herself..

They told me they learned things from me, safe to say I have learned something from them. “Wait, what do you think of Sadie though?” Bob decided to change the subject after we finished laughing. “Like the song we performed.” “Popcorn?” Austin asked. “Yeah, Popcorn.” They both turn to look at me. “It’s a nice song, to be honest! I sang along to it.” “Yeah, I noticed,” Austin said. “It’s a sweet song. Though, that part of the bridge…” “ ‘You made me happy on my worst days. This is the cruelest way to love. I hate that I feel this feeling, how can I make my heart stop?’ “ Bob sang the lyrics in a more deep and gritty voice than what Sadie did.

LEVI’S POV Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi “I fell by the wayside like everyone else. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself. Our every moment, I start to replace. ‘Cause now that they’re gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say.” I was singing while I was breaking the shell of an egg. I was cooking some sunny-side up egg, fried rice, and hotdog for breakfast.

"I-I'm trash... I deserve this." Smack! "I'm trash! I deserve this!" Smack! "I'm trash-I deserve this!!" ... When Sadie finally returned to the Hayes residence, her face swollen beyond recognition, she burst into tears the moment she saw Mossa. "Mom! She ruined me-Scarlett ruined me!" "My poor daughter!" Mossa rushed over. "What happened? Weren't you at an audition? How did this turn into something about Scarlett again?" "It's all her fault!" Sadie cried. "She made me lose the lead role! She slept with SH Entertainment's executives-she's disgusting! And she even had someone hit me..."

Sade's POV Friday Before Memorial Day Weekend The warm breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and charcoal, a prelude to what was sure to be an unforgettable block party. Sade stood on her front porch, arms crossed as she surveyed the neighborhood. The block was already buzzing with excitement. Families were outside, making last minute repairs to their grills, kids rode their bikes up and down the sidewalk, and the older men on the block stood in small clusters, drinking from brown paper bags, talking about how “back in the day” block parties used to be.

Silvio turned around, his shirt discarded on the couch, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of vulnerability at the sight of him baring his scars. As he approached me, each step echoing softly in the room, I felt a lump form in my throat. I craned my neck to meet his gaze, my eyes burning with unshed tears, a silent plea for understanding. His touch was gentle yet firm as he cradled my face in his palm, and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They spilled from my eyes. "Yes, a therapist," he confirmed. "You've been having panic attacks, Sadie, and you think you can fool me with that fake smile of yours? I know you're not fine."

she is sobbing and wiping her tears “You said you see a lot of monster here, well in your new place there will be none.” “Why aren’t you coming?” her words pained me “I can’t, they only need one kid.” But the truth is no one will ever like a 12-year-old boy like me “You said you will never leave me…” and she started crying again “Sh…I will do that, when you are with them I can still pay you a visit” “Mr. Marcus won’t allow you to get out”

She forced herself to read past them, deleting each entry and blocking their senders on social media. As she shifted to her draft of her Nightmare Film Festival movie reviews, her messenger chimed. Oliver: It’s been too long since I’ve seen you. Sidney: You’ve never actually seen me. Oliver: You know what I mean. Sidney: You saw me this morning. Oliver: Too long ago. It’s been a whole long, shitty day of work since then. Sidney: I’m sorry. Bad day? Oliver: Make me feel better?

I’m forced out of my thoughts when my cheeks are suddenly pulled and I jerk my head backward to see Hayes is smiling down at me. “Now, you’re finally talking. Sorry” He may smile at me, so warm and smug even…but his eyes, reeled in, are damp and dull from the sorrow he walls away. Traces of blur begin to enter my sight as my body deflates. I let loose, my lips wobbling as the blur ruins my vision completely, wet trails crawling out of my eyes and down my face. “I’m so sorry!” I throw my head forward, burying it into my palms and sobbing painfully.

The tears that I was controlling earlier started crawling down from my lashes I bowed down and kissed his tombstone " Hey are you alright?" I felt a hand rubbing my back " Ye—yes, I'm sorry, I'm crying again" I said and wiped my tears " How long have you been there?" I asked him " 5 minutes" He answered " It's his birthday today right?" He asked " Yes, I'm sorry Jordan I know you've done so many things to help me to move on but I still can't my heart still aches whenever I think of him, I.." I stopped talking when he held my hands and hugged me tight