Saddest Message Novels & Stories

I didn't want to see her like that but I was helpless. Aden "Okay stop crying like that. She would get more sad because of you. Try to make her feel happy. Make these days the best days of her life." I wiped her tears and hugged her. Meanwhile I got some messages and I looked at my phone and I was shocked seeing Messages from an unknown number. I immediately went out of the room. Mel was already depressed and sad. I didn't want to make her worried. As soon as I opened my phone I was shocked seeing his texts.

It felt like I was the only one existing, I couldn’t see or hear anything. How do I tell this user that it wasn’t my fault? That I never intend to ditch the rounds just how? There was only one way and deciding on it, I found my fingers fumbling on my keyboard. I sent him several messages begging him not to harm any of my loved ones but none pulled through. It kept saying ‘Unable to send SMS’ Great, isn’t it? Just great!!

It was a long, lonely walk to my car, and as I drove home, I couldn't barely keep myself from being overwhelmed by the silence and sorrow that engulfed me. As I made my way out of the office parking lot, my thoughts drifted back and wandered to the source of my sorrow. I couldn't help but revisit the painful memories that had plagued me for the past two months. The image of the text message that I had received from Danielle all those months again flashed through my mind, and the content of that message swirled in my brain.

I chose to just continue reading his message. Gunner: My apologies, but I have to respond to an urgent matter, and I am concerned that I will be really late to arrive there. Incredibly late, to the point where it's possible that the restaurant will be closed when I get there. Please accept my apologies. An emoji depicting a sad face was included in his message. I cannot believe what I just read.

This should be a great day for me, and now, it's all ruined! I was lying in bed when I received a message. "Sorry, due to some records, your application is not approved."

"No matter how much we try to erase the emotional sadness from our feelings, it's becomes the most painful expression in our heart. It's always by us even if we try to be happy or smile for the day. Sadness always has the first role in our heart from the birth." On the Next day, in the same town, the car driver into the public square. Parking the first half inside a dark passage, the backwards on the open side, both the couples got to work.

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

He scrolled down and paused at Sara’s message that had been sent two days ago. Sara: Hi, I know you won’t see this but I just wanted to say I am so sorry about Daisy. My heart is broken, its hard to believe she is gone. I pray that you make it. I don’t know if the pain of losing someone close to you ever goes away. Mama passed last month and I still hear her calling for me in my head. Anyways I am praying you recover. He stared at the message with a sigh and responded. Adrian: Hey, I woke up today. It is hard to believe she is gone too. That is not what I thought I’d be waking up to. I am sorry about your mom.

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

The sense of abandonment, of being cut off, killed me more than I ever believed possible. I couldn't eat and was devastated in mood. Every evening, I used to end up sobbing pitifully, my tears a helpless witness to the anguish and loneliness that became constant companions. Not a response came back to all the message after message I sent him. His silence was a pall of darkness, and it deepened the void inside me.