Sadness Letter Novels & Stories

The memory of you will always be inside of me. I'm sorry, and thank you for existing and for reciprocating my love. I love you, always. Please don't wait for me. ~ OEL With shaky hands and my heart thumping madly in my chest that my body starts vibrating, I fling the letter away from me and burst into fresh tears. No one has ever hurt me like this before. And the letter, makes it all official that Max is never coming back.

Eva looked up at him before running her eyes on the four sentences that were on the letter. She brought her hands down disappointedly, sighed, and flung the letter away. She did not want anything that would take her beautiful smiles away. The letter could not stride as far as she wanted, so it landed on Jame's feet. James bent, picked the letter up, and read out loud. "I regret writing to you again over what is simply solvable. I regret even more that you failed to honor my last invitation. Well, it might interest you to know that you are about to make May 26, a day of weeping.

It was as though they were put there on purpose, knowing I have these heavy feelings in my heart. Before my wolf slid to the table, I lifted my head to the ceiling, trying to control the tears that were about to drop from my eyes. I wanted to be tough as much as possible. "You can do it, Nathalie. The entire day hadn't been consumed yet. There's still a chance." I muttered to myself. After wiping the tear that voluntarily dropped from my left eye, I grabbed the pen and paper and started comprising the letter. And the letter goes like this. "Dear Josh,

I bawled, my voice filled with frustration. My fingers danced on the keyboard, my heart dropping to my stomach as sadness engulfed me. “What could have caused this? Why are they suddenly not interested? This is not a good sign… oh no..” I mumbled, trying to calm myself down but I couldn't. I wasn't expecting this news at all. Not when I already have high expectations after their first approach to collaborate with me My eyes hovered over the details. I wore my glass as I read the letter they sent.

"You're just going to say you love me and walk away?" Leo spun around faster than he thought was possible. His eyes were wide. "Annie," he exhaled, a warm feeling going through his body as he heard her voice after what seemed like forever. "Well," she crossed her arms over her chest, her face straight. He blinked, unsure of what to say. "Annie, I'm so sorry." She frowned a little, "You messed up." Leo nodded quickly, "I know. I know I did and I should have never read those letters because I know they were per-"

Voices floated down, clear and unmistakable over the music. "Bro, look at this page. She pressed a flower." Laughter. Pages turning. "Dear Caleb, from the first moment–" More laughter. They were reading it. The letter. My letter. The nine-draft, two-page, every-honest-thing-I'd-ever-felt letter was being passed around the hockey team's kitchen island like a joke. "She actually wrote 'you make the world feel less loud.' What does that even mean?" "It means she's down bad, bro. Catastrophically."

He unfolded it and began to read: "Hope you're okay, Creed. It’s been two years since we last spoke. I hope you’re not mad at me… or have you moved on without me? We lost Mama to cancer early this year. Things have been hard. We had to sell the rice field because Papa’s been sick too, ever since Mom died. Please... if you can... reply to me. I love you. I miss you." Your Sweet Amara. Creed’s vision blurred as hot tears spilled onto the paper. He slid down to the cold floor, clutching the letter to his chest. His body shook with gut-wrenching sobs that he could no longer hold back. "I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, Amara..." he cried into the silent, uncaring walls around him. ….…………………………………………………

I am doing this to keep your legacy alive and give you the recognition that you rightfully should have earned. Overall, I am deeply sorry. I never meant to cause you or your family so much pain. I hope you can forgive me. If not, then I understand. I can't fix what I've done, all I could do is learn and serve justice. I am going to send you this letter to your family, so that they could put it next to your gravestone. I hope one day you get to read it. If you did read it, I am sorry for the long essay! But no seriously, thank you for everything and I will forever love you. I am sorry that this first date turned into our last date."

Each time I come here, I find my letters inside the trash can. "What did you think about the letter? Did you like it?" I asked. The smile on my face begins to fade as I notice wet tracks of tears on her cheeks. "The letter made you cry, didn’t it?" I inquired as I released a deep breath. I am such a bad person. No matter how I try to make things better, I end up hurting her. Maybe I am just not good at it; I’m not good enough for her. "I am so sorry Maya. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just wanted to check on you. I’m so sorry." I said caressing her cheek.

She thrust the phone toward me, and as I reluctantly brought it to my ear, a male voice immediately filled the line. "Spencer, I'm so sorry! It was my mistake—I was rushing to deliver clothes to Ms. Little and accidentally switched your medication. I know you're upset, but Ms. Little said she can't manage without me, and the company needs me too. So, I hope you'll let this go for her sake." The apology dripped with insincerity, and his smug, self-satisfied tone made my skin crawl. Three rounds of dialysis, two brushes with death—and all I got was this nauseating excuse of an apology.