Novel & Cerita Sad Things To Draw

Every hateful word, every look of disappointment, every odd silence from Sebastian replayed in her mind, a looping agony she couldn’t escape. As her pencil glided over the paper, Petal realized she wasn’t even drawing what she intended. Instead, the shapes morphed into an expression of her pain—a faceless figure hunched over, surrounded by swirling lines that seemed to threaten, suffocate. Her art, usually a source of joy, had become a canvas for her grief.

Rozi already knew most of what the drawings meant now that her memories from her last visit over a thousand years ago had returned. After some time, Padraig asked, "What do the drawings say, sir? We can't understand any of it." After a brief pause, Adrain explained, "It depicts the Creator killing countless lives a long, long time ago, and how he destroyed entire regions with tsunamis, earthquakes, landslides, typhoons, and even crustal movements. The more casualties there were, the more families were broken. The sky was filled with dark smoke, blotting out the sun that shone down on us tiny humans."

Tonight, I’m going in raw. I grab my headphones and start my “Sad Vibes” playlist. I mix paint—blues, deep purples, grays, and black. The colors of heartbreak. I lose myself in it. Hours pass. The music wraps around me. My hands fly across the canvas.

After years of being treated like trash, Elena now wanted to give her life advice? "I’m leaving," she announced, slamming the door on her way out. Elena sighed, unfazed. Life was about more than tantrums and broken hearts. Libia returned home in shambles, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and never get up again. "There are worse things than this—people with terminal illnesses, abandoned children. Stop being ridiculous!" she scolded herself as she curled up in her blanket. Her eyes ached from all the crying. She was sure she looked like she had a terrible allergic reaction. Her thoughts began to blur, a sign that she was drifting off to sleep.