Sad Song Lonely Novels & Stories

A strange premonition stirred within me. And then, during the artist's thank-you segment, we saw Grayson. He looked slightly tense, standing there as if unsure, yet the moment he saw us, tears shimmered in his eyes. Alicia froze. Grayson fumbled as he accepted the bouquet she offered, then pulled her into a fierce embrace. I could even see the clear drops of his tears falling onto her back. "I'm sorry, Alicia. Daddy lost you," he whispered, voice cracking. "Can you… give me another chance?"

im not gonna choose, choose for you, cause I know i'd rather be alone than be here unhappy I know it's time to go when I feel lonely, when I'm laying in your arms and it dont feel right, oh,cause every time I feeling up you try to bring me down, so I feel good knowing I don't need you around She kept singing until the end...now closed eyes feeling up the song, I can tell he hurting" man whatever yal are going through, shes had it with you straight up" Ben mumbled, I looked at her, as she wiped her tears, she gave the crowds a weak smile then the crowd started clapping, she smiled weakly, I messed up pretty jig this time

I was gone, when I died all the hope in my life had been lost with me in my grave. I can feel my sorrow fueling my need for revenge more and more. All the people inside the gym were leaving, I can feel taps on my shoulder and squeezing me, all the reassurances, and in a few minutes we were left alone there holding each other. Just me and Devon. God, I love him and I won't give up. I'm here to stay and if I'd need to accept that Hannah is no longer here, Cassidy is here and I would be her if she is what Devon needs, I would not give up on us. Maybe, just maybe, there will come a time that I will be able to tell Devon that I am Hannah and I hope to God he will understand and he will love me st

Brandon watched her sing with her eyes closed. Though she was drunk and uncoordinated, her voice proved to be one of the most beautiful sounds Brandon had ever heard. The flow of pain that accompanied the melody hit directly at him, forcing his words to remain in his throat. She was missing her mom, that much was for sure, but there was something else. A deeply seated pouch of sadness that sounded all too fresh. It could be the death of her mom... But... "Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear, goodbye's the last time I will hold you near, someday you'll say the word and I will cry..." Her sob tore through his chest and stabbed his heart.

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

hmmm sob*sob* hmmm. "Hmmm sob*sob* hmmm...hey...hi, ahmmm pretty sure you hear me, or I am just assuming...hmmm just want to say, ahmmm, look I am in love again, but it is a one-way path of love just like what you have been through with me, you take the one-way path of getting to me and I regret not to meet you halfway and now you are gone...hmmmm I know you feel alone too because I feel alone as well the whole time I left you...all I want is to say I am sorry, I am so sorry, the person I am in loved with again is I need to let go as well like you...hmmmm sorry...for everything...hmmmm sob*sob*hmmmm"

Then I said sorry and left. With just two dollars left, I went to the pharmacy and then headed home. After getting home, I went to my grandfather's room and picked up his photo, holding it close. "Grandpa, I'm sorry. I couldn't live up to what you expected. You said, if you like someone, you should pursue them boldly, without regrets. But, Grandpa, it's exhausting. I give up. Can I go to the other side and keep you company, Grandpa? I’ll take silence as a yes."

Before I could retreat, they caught me—and burst into laughter. Humiliation burned through me. Annoyed, I stormed inside, slamming the door shut. My back hit the wood as I slid to the floor, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks again. “How long will this hurt last?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I clenched my teeth against the pain. After what felt like hours of sobbing, I forced myself up and headed for the shower. Yet, the ache wouldn’t leave me. My dreams of building a life with him—having his children—were officially over.

She didn't budge. "It is getting late," she said, starting to slide out of the booth. "I haven't been checking time." Liam's voice was barely above a whisper. Tears finally spilling over. "I haven't been checking time at all. I'm sick. I'm dying slowly inside. I'm just waking up every day praying to see my boyfriend alive and my father rotting in prison. That's been my entire existence for days now." Viviana paused. Her expression softened just slightly. "You know what? I'm getting emotional and I shouldn't be. I'm out. I'm sincerely sorry for what is happening to you, Mr. Liam. But I can't help you with this."