Sad Eyes From On My Block Novels & Stories

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

My hands are shaking as I held a blade over my pulse. My palms are sweaty and cold, tears stream from my eyes as the past events in my life unfold before me. I watch my life rewind with an emotionless stare as all I feel now is that I am so lost. Hopeless. Sad. Alone.

O heart, you're mad, you only know what you think, you only know what you think, o mad (heart), why you show me dreams sleeping and awake, as dreams rain drop by drop, closing the eyes, closing the eyes, as dreams rain drop by drop, closing the eyes, How do I walk, I can't see,the unknown paths. I'm listening to some story, with my consciousness lost, what is the whole story, who knows, I became someone (else)'s and didn't even know ruthis is a season of two moments or forever, who knows, who knows... Zayn cried and went to stand beside her , Sara is sleeping in her bed with baby. His eyes full of tears and happy to meet Sara again but he can't wake-up her. He only apologise to Sara and cryi

His brows furrowed as he scrutinized me. He had likely long forgotten what I had looked like the last time I miscarried. Now, he too thought I was faking it. Vanessa stepped forward first, her expression filled with disgust. "OMG, did you just pee yourself?” she gasped. She raised her voice deliberately, ensuring everyone’s attention shifted to my legs. A crushing wave of humiliation swallowed me, choking the air from my lungs. Instinctively, I turned to Lucas again. "Lucas, please… help me. My stomach—it hurts so much," I pleaded.

My voice cracked, and I finally let the tears fall. "Mommy, don't cry." She stood on tiptoe and gently wiped the blood from the corner of my lips. "You're sick. Didn't the doctor say you shouldn't be sad? You're making me worried." "But I can't help it," I sobbed, trembling. "Because you're gone."

To Joy’s surprise, Sadie stopped, Robert bumping into her with a grunt. “You know,” Sadie said, her voice shaking with anger, “I can’t believe you’d do something so horrible. Hasn’t Adam—” Sadie gestured at Grace now “—and the entire family gone through enough? You should be ashamed of yourself.” Joy blinked. So much for thinking no one here would say something to her face. She gripped her coffee cup, her mind scrambling for a reply, but Grace beat her to it.

A single tear slipped silently down her cheek, betraying the depth of her emotions. Matt's puzzled expression revealed his confusion. "Are you crying?" he asked softly, his concern evident. "If I'm not mistaken, you're the one turning me down over here," he added, a touch of gentle humor in his voice. Camden scoffed, attempting to lighten the mood amidst their shared sadness. "Well, then, you go ahead and cry if you're so broken up about it," she said, her playful tone laced with a hint of indignation. Then the reality of the situation descended upon her once more. "I'm allowed to be sad too. I'm also losing a mate here. And worse than that, I'm hurting you, and I hate it," she said as the t

It was near the end of the movie, in the particular half-awake state between sleep and waking, that Sadie stirred again, eyes barely open, and murmured, sleepy and unguarded and entirely without thinking, "Mom, is it over yet?" The room went very quiet. Sadie blinked, more awake now, some dawning realization crossing her small face as she registered what she'd said, her cheeks going pink. "I mean — sorry. I meant Ivy. I don't know why I said that." "It's okay," Ivy said, quickly, gently, though her own heart was pounding hard enough that she was certain both of them could hear it. "It's okay, Sadie. You were half asleep. It happens."