Saddest Text Novels & Stories

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.

I just kept running, blindly, desperately. I finally collapsed onto the ground, exhausted, my breath coming in ragged gasps. As I struggled to catch my breath, a jumble of emotions swirled inside me, but one feeling dominated: crushing sadness. "I can't believe he's the one," I whispered to myself, the words tasting bitter on my lips. The realization stung, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the weight of my words sank in.

he pleaded, his voice barely audible over our collective heartbreak. In the treehouse, our sanctuary turned into a chamber of mourning. Our sobs echoed, raw and unfiltered. The pain was unbearable, a physical manifestation of the loss that gripped my soul. I was drowning in a sea of despair, the emptiness where the bond used to be now a gaping wound.

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.

Unknown Number: are u lonely too Olivia: I am Olivia: So you have to stay with me, so we're not lonely together Unknown Number: i will Olivia: Good Olivia: Be right back Unknown Number: thank you Olivia: Not for that, you idiot Unknown Number: alrght * * * * * * * * * * Unknown Number: u said to text Unknown Number: idk what to say Unknown Number: im just tired rn Unknown Number: and lonely Unknown Number: but a little less now Unknown Number: because u said ur here so Unknown Number: but still lonely Unknown Number: im feeling dizzy Unknown Number: and my mind is a mess Unknown Number: its hard to think n type Unknown Number: but im trying Unknown Number: im sad too Unknown Number: idk why

I can't face him and find more sadness, more disappointment there because of me. I can barely handle things that is happening inside me. I can't. I just ... can't. **** I text Mo. Bryanna : *Sorry. Had to bail. Nasty cramp* It's midnight when the replies come. Mo : *I've been looking for you. Adrian said you're gone.* Mo : *Bummer. Get well soon, girly. Talk to you later* Fuck. Another lie. Another thing to add to "The Things That Will Bring Bryanna Into A Forever Hell" lists.

In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《V I V I A N H I O M I》:《25》 《T O K Y O : J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ HEMORRHAGE ○ ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× "This is never not sad." - To be continued

He added. "Sorry if I didn't text you like, I promised. Denisse Mom confiscated my phone because she wants me to interact with her daughter and everyone's around me," He explained. "I'm really, really, sorry Cyanelle. I'm so sorry for making you cry again." He holds my right hand and put it on his soft lips. I sobbed, "An angel likes you deserved heaven not hell with me." He said, softly. "I'm sorry, if I'm so complicated most of the time and stupid, I'm sorry, if I make you cry a hundredth of times." He added.

Not alive. “I’m here,” I whispered. My voice broke. “I’m here now.” Too late. Always too late. Tears fell onto the metal surface. “I’m sorry,” I said again. Over and over. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” My hand moved to her stomach. Flat now. Empty. “My baby…” I whispered. I closed my eyes. And for the first time— I felt completely empty. Like the world had drained every color.

There's so much I haven't done yet. There's so much I haven't felt yet. A stream of hot tears flow down my cheeks. "I really don't want to die, especially not here. And not like this." I choke on the lucrid smell of my burning flesh, as I watch my legs disappear alongside a part of my abdomen. "Anybody out there, I don't want to die... please..." I beg whatever god would lend an ear to my broken pleas. “Me…lin…da. I’m…so.. sorry…”