Saddest Text Novels & Stories

When I slyly looked for it, it was gone, and I was somewhat relieved. "Guys, look at Rian's post the day his dad died," Izzy showed us Rian's F******k post. "He posted another Latin text, and according to g****e, it means: The tears I shed will be the binds that I offer to the dead." As the dark presence returned, a chill went up to my spine, but I didn't feel fear this time. I felt sadness as I scrolled lower to check what else Rian posted before his death.

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.

*Dау Tеn: The grief оvеrwhеlmѕ mе. Thеrе іѕ nothing lеft tо hоре fоr. I am like a rоbоt. I’m a puppet, doing what I’m tоld tо gеt through. Dаnсе, Sаrаh, dance.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

I was plunged in to an unfamiliar place of pain and sadness, one that made sleep almost impossible that night. My mind was swirling in a turmoil of sorrow and the thoughts of what could have been. “Are you sure you’re alright, Lana?” Daisy asked. It was the next day at school and I was as distraught as ever. I had not only spent a night of tears and pain, I had given in and sent Atlas a text apologizing and seeking his response only to be plunged in to further despair with no reply from him. “Yes I’m fine.” I said clearing my throat and looking down at my tray.

Every corner whispered the happy moments we shared, now echoes growing fainter with each passing day. I collapsed onto my bed, the soft mattress doing little to comfort me. Burying my face in the pillow, I whispered into the suffocating silence, “I’m sorry, Brax.” The tears followed, hot and relentless, each sob shaking my body. The realisation hit me with brutal force: I had let my grief consume me, affecting everyone around me. “I miss you,” I continued between sobs, addressing the empty air, hoping somehow, some way, Brax could hear me. The darkness of the room enveloped me, a cocoon that offered no solace, only the stark reminder of my solitude.

Just when I thought I needed a good sleep and music, Manolo's texts appeared on my phone. “I miss you” “You’ve been so distant ever since the news” “You know that means nothing right?” Everything was about to be a disaster.

He felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and sorrow, knowing he was unable to ease the pain of those around him. As April’s gentle breathing filled the room, Aiden’s tears continued to flow. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders, and the deep sadness of the day’s revelations was a burden he struggled to bear alone. Despite the comfort of April’s presence, the night was a reminder of the losses and heartaches that shaped his life.

So, I desperately open the text box and type him a message. "What made you leave like that? I know something is wrong. You can tell me. Did I say something wrong? Please let me know if I did. I'm sorry. This text isn't to nag you. You don't need to reply to me right now. Do it whenever you feel like it. Goodnight" I press the send button and immediately realise this is the most desperate text I have ever sent to a guy that too in a few minutes of realising something is wrong.

Despair loomed over me, darkening my thoughts and flooding my heart with profound sorrow. Tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring my vision. Every memory with her spun in my mind, plunging me deeper into sadness. How unfair all this was; such a precious person was now lost, and I felt as if the world had stopped turning. All the pain and regret haunted me, and I knew my life would never be the same again. Serena's departure took part of me with it, and this sense of loss would forever be etched in my memory. I closed my eyes, hoping this was all just a nightmare that would soon end.