Saddest Letters Novels & Stories

“With _SORRY_. In _AFTER_. Because after includes this. After includes why we don’t say ‘good.’ After includes why Alex is 6 and not broken. After includes… truth. Even from him.” _Silence. 3:17 PM._ “Do we tell Alex,” Susan said. “No,” I said. Instant. “Not now. Not ever maybe. 7 doesn’t need _R_. 7 needs home. Alex has home. He ripped _COURT_ twice. He’s done. This is ours to carry. Not his.” _Thump._ Adrian folded the letter. Once. Twice. Walked to shelf. _AFTER_ box. Opened it. _SORRY_ drawing inside.

Her eyes were puffy as she peeled an orange. She sniffled and said with a catch in her throat, "Vittoria, please don't scare us. Could you say something?" I looked at them. In the past, I would have turned it around and comforted them. I would have told them that it was God's plan, and that I did not blame anyone for it. However, at that moment, the contents of the 300 love letters replayed over and over again in my mind. [Sofia, I can't marry you. That would be an insult to what we have. Vittoria needs a husband, and I need a comrade who could take a bullet for me.]

The floodgates of grief opened, and he wept, his sorrow echoing through the room. I offered whispered words of comfort, my voice breaking as tears mingled with my words. "I'm so sorry, Levi. I can't begin to fathom the depth of your pain. But know that you're not alone. I'm here for you, always." Levi took a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper as he found the strength to speak. "You know the saddest part about this?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for understanding, longing for a response before he continued.

The promises made, whispered in moments of tender vulnerability, now seemed so far away, fading like the echoes of a forgotten melody. A sob escaped my lips as I clutched the letter to my chest, my heartache consuming me. Each word etched into my soul, a vivid reminder of the love we once held. The letter became soaked with my tears, smearing the ink and making the words blur. I wiped my eyes furiously, as if physically trying to erase the pain etched into my being.

Goodbye, please forget about me. I had fun playing with your heart. You are so stupid. -Charlotte Takeda’ That was the letter. Cullen’s eyes widened and his body was trembling. He was frozen and the letter fell from his hands. His eyes started to water and he began crying without realizing it. He could not believe what just happened.

Brad pleaded and tears formed in her eyes. "I can't, I'm so weak, heartbroken, bittered and so sad. This is just too much for me to bear, Brad. Why us? Why our friends? Why Drake of all people? He was so kind, sweet, loving, jovial, caring, hard-working, and the list goes on. He was too good to have left the world so soon. Why would anyone take such a cool-headed guy away from the Earth without even letting him enjoy the fruit of his labour, why Brad?" Nicole sobs and Brad was at the brim of tears as he watches his girlfriend weep.

He opened the paper he was holding and glanced at Haru, who was quietly crying, then started reading the letter. Dad, this is Jared. How are you? Maybe if you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. Dad, I'm sorry if I left you. I'm sorry if I can't stand the pain I'm struggling with. I hope if I'm gone, you'll be happy. Dad, please give more love to your children and Aunt Sherlyn. I'm happy to be lost in this world because I'll be with my mom.

You are the love of my life, Isadora, my mate, and I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Yours forever, Eamon"** Tears welled up in my eyes and my hands trembled as I clutched Eamon's letter, his words echoing in my mind. The thought of him gone, of never seeing him again, was too much to bear. I felt a deep sense of shock and disbelief wash over me, as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath my feet.

I hope you haven’t forgotten about me already. Your best friend forever, (Despite the long distance) Ian. I could feel the tears start to stream down my face, falling over the letters in the box. I continued anyway, needing to read every letter, even if I became dehydrated from all the crying. Dearest Red, I'm writing this letter with a heavy heart. I feel like I've lost my best friend, and I don't know what to do.

The mother picked up the pen, and opened the file on the floor when her daughter yelled out in tears, “NO! MOTHER!” But, for her, the mother stood firm. Not shading any tears, pressing her sorrow inside her chest, eyes locked on the paper, as her palm shivered with the pen, she lowered the tip and signed the letter. That day was marked as the worse day of their life.