Novel & Cerita Saddest Truth About Life

Essy and Stacy who were sitting at the back of the two siblings were hugging each other ever so tightly. They were also in tears... They still couldn't believe that their best friend was now gone... The most beautiful and nicest person they ever knew was gone now... They could still vividly recollect when she told them about her illness... Indeed... It hurts them to Realize that money can't bring back a life... It hurts to realize that there's a limit to what money could do... What's the use of having so much amount of money when it can't even bring back life?

Desperateness was laced in my voice while answering to her. "You know, you should never love an individual so much that you cannot envision life without him or her in the near future, as we do not know what may come. Few things in life are scarier than the thought of suffering the loss of a loved one. At one point, most of us realize that everything comes to an end. We should usually do our best not to think about it." She replied to my statement of desperate words. I felt a little irritated after listening to her choice of words.

"Vee come on, you can be scared, I am too." "Ty, I'm not scared," I lied again. The truth is, I'm horrified. I couldn't help but think the worst, maybe I said the wrong things to her that day, and she couldn't take it. It wouldn't be like her to commit suicide, but I didn't lay it off the table. The next thought was even more horrifying, maybe Hailee was... murdered. I didn't want to believe that but it could've been true. I really hoped this was just a joke and she would come home, and I could be angry and hate her again. But all I felt was worry and regret.

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."

Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died. Every eighty-five minutes, someone in the United Kingdom had taken away their own life, but what do you think would happen to those who had left behind? The aftermath of it? Nothing could take away the pain of loss—I was thinking—It was killing me how your mind could make you feel so worthless. I was thinking, what could I’ve had possibly done to help you? So, before you go, was there something I could have said to make your heartbeat better? College life. New life... or not?

I try encouraging myself but I guess I knew the real truth. My life is a mess and I guess my symbol is loneliness. Thinking about living in this hellish world alone, brings more sadness to my heart as i burst out in tears. I pick up the nearest pillow, and cry out my misfortune to it. After crying for what seems to be almost an hour, I dry up my face with my blue sleeveless top.

People walk past me, all in a flurry and caught up in a web of their own problems. I see a young mother cry as her husband comforts her. They had just lost their child. Another old woman is wheeled past me, she wipes her cheeks and whimpers," I don't want to die." She has cancer. And yet another; this time a man. He looks just as lost as I am as he walks past. A nurse whispers to her colleague that he had just lost his fiance in an accident. And as I sit there seeing all the tragedy unfold before my eyes, I come to realize every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look hard and deep.

I once heard someone saying that you can never be too happy all the time and also you can never be too sad. The scale always balances. And it did in my life that day. I was so happy that day and the scale tipped the other side in the evening. But the saddest thing was, I never expected it to happen the way it happened.

'Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go. One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.' 🌹🌹 The Truth and Leaving (Part 1) 🌹🌹 Vala knocks off the chair she was sitting on as the image finally cleared from her head, she manages to get hold of herself before she falls, keeping the empty cup on the table.

He said consoling Julien and maybe himself as well. That is how things are, isn't it? You don't know when you'll lose the person you treasure the most, the person you can't think your life without. But even after that, even after losing the person, the worst and the most horrible thing is to let go and move on. Coz you can't take your life so as to not let others, who love you, be in trouble. You know that you can't bring the person back to life again. That time what matters most is the last goodbye which you've said to one another. What if you don't get the chance to say goodbye even for the last time?