Sad Stories Novels & Stories

Sadie pulled back immediately to look at her properly. “You are NOT blaming yourself because some foolish man lacks self-control.” I laughed weakly through tears. Sadie continued ranting angrily. “Men are actually ridiculous. Every single one of them.” Then suddenly— she paused. “…Okay maybe not Adrian Romano.” I blinked through tears. “Sadie.” “What?” “You’re unbelievable.” Sadie shrugged unapologetically. “I’m just saying. At least your scary billionaire likes you properly.” I immediately frowned. “He does not like me.”

I expected a score update or weather report. A breaking new banner crawled across the bottom of the screen in urgent red letters instead. BREAKING: Sadie Allister Confirmed Dead — Apparent Suicide at Private Penthouse. My fork clattered to the floor. The room spun around me, and the hum of conversation dropped into a low road like a seashell against my ear. I glanced at the TV, I blinked once, twice, as if the news would just disappear. Sadie. Gone. No. No, that couldn’t be right.

Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died. Every eighty-five minutes, someone in the United Kingdom had taken away their own life, but what do you think would happen to those who had left behind? The aftermath of it? Nothing could take away the pain of loss—I was thinking—It was killing me how your mind could make you feel so worthless. I was thinking, what could I’ve had possibly done to help you? So, before you go, was there something I could have said to make your heartbeat better? College life. New life... or not?

PAIGE The office cafeteria buzzes around me, but I don't hear any of it. I poke at my sad salad like it personally offended me. Sadie sits across the table, scrolling through her phone with one hand and shoving fries in her mouth with the other. "I'm telling you," I say, stabbing a tomato. "I must be the most unlucky girl on the entire planet." Sadie looks up, one eyebrow raised. "Girl, please. You are the queen of exaggeration. You once said you were dying because you had a papercut."

He gave me a sad smile as he tucked a stray hair on my ear. “Well, I am already upset. What is there to lose?” I crossed my arms as if saying ‘I’m waiting.’ “Okay.” He said in defeat. “It’s about this morning's news.” He glanced briefly at my blank face before continuing. “It says that three men were ground to the bones inside the meat shop in Hill Street. And…and one of those three men was my friend, Caleb.” He finished panting, like the thought of his friend being dead is consuming the life out of him. My eyes widened in mocked shock and disbelief. What got my attention was the fact that he knows Caleb Salazar. But the question was, to what extent?