Saddest Message Novels & Stories

I opened the message, and that is when I was bombarded by the bad news. I blinked several times, trying to process what I’d just read. Until finally, I saw how Mr. Herrera burst out into tears while punching the nearest wall in our location. That’s when I was overwhelmed with fear and pain. So it’s true. Maybe we’d read the same thing. I dialed Mom’s number and thankfully, she answered as fast as she can. “Mom... Please tell me you’re joking in that message of yours...” I heard her sobs, and tears started to stream down on my cheeks as well as I witnessed how Dad’s bestfriend, Mr. Herrera, is currently grieving right now.

I took my cell and messaged Terrence, hoping to distract my mind from everyone in the mad house. “Hey, babe. How’s your day going? I miss you already” I typed, knowing well that his reply was going to come through in a few seconds. Terrence usually said I was his first priority in life, and one of his ways of showing me that was texting me back even when he was in the middle of important meetings. “Hey my love, my day is empty without you. Honestly! I do not know if I will survive till evening if I do not see your face,” he replied instantly, adding a sad emoji at the end of his text to emphasize his sadness.

Communication is key 😄 LimberJack: Exactly, sweetheart 💐 'hey adam sorry for this late text but i just wanted you to know i won't be able to make it to morning yoga tomorrow again. i promise i'll make it up to you...and the team. hope you are having a nice night! see you tomorrow. - holly' LonelyGirl: Done ✔️ LimberJack: See that wasn't so hard now was it? LonelyGirl: No, but no response feels like bad news bears right now.

There’s no way to deny it. There’s no way out of this mess. While he was unable to awaken his reasoning power, his phone vibrated inside his pocket. He picked it up, then looked at the sender's name on his phone screen. [“I'm back”] a message from his best friend, Adam. He came as if Adam sensed the disaster in Dwight’s heart.

I am sorry, babe, I am very, very sorry. The message ended with a sad emoji. “What was wrong with this boy for heaven's sake?” She thought out loud. “What is wrong with who?” Jude turned to look at her. Oblivious to what is happening. “Uhu?”

Delivered as an offering to Raphina Paterne. Despair rose in her like a black tide. She swallowed a sob, wiped her cheeks with the back of her sleeve, then opened the messaging app. She typed slowly, with a dull pain in the pit of her stomach: "Sorry, I can't come." She stared at the screen. The message seemed unreal. She remained frozen, her thumb hovering over the send icon. As if the act of sending it would make her prison even more real. Finally, with a resigned gesture, she pressed "Send."

he muttered under his breath, pushing the troubling thoughts aside as he made his way to his room for a warm shower. The vice chancellor drove home to his apartment, his heart heavy with grief after witnessing the execution of his only child. Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision as he navigated through the streets. As he parked the car, his phone chimed twice, signaling a text message. With trembling hands, he unlocked his phone and read the message, his eyes widening in shock at the callousness of the sender. The message, from an unnamed sender, contained cruel words that pierced through his already shattered heart.

I’d be willing to pay. A simple message would replace the one that was deleted. “NO MESSAGE WAS EVER HERE. IT WAS YOUR IMAGINATION. GO BACK TO SLEEP AND STOP TEXTING.”

My breath catches when I see it's from him. My fingers tremble as I open the chat. And there it is….one single message. “Alright.” That’s it….no anger, no questions. Just… “Alright.” My heart sinks completely because that one word says everything. He’s done. He’s hurt. And I’ve lost him. A tear slides down my cheek as I clutch my phone tightly to my chest. “My best friend…” I whisper brokenly. Gone. And just like that… I know. This New Year, which is tomorrow, I’m going to be completely alone.

I confessed to Beth ruefully. Beth shook her head. “At least now you know that not all people deserve forgiveness, especially those who did not show any remorse for what they had done. But at least you can accept that tragedy struck even those who did not earn it.” I nodded when Charles snaked his arm around me, and I leaned close to him. There is no greater comfort to the thought that whatever happens today, tomorrow will be another day.