Sadness Tone Novels & Stories

" No, don't let the dark aura eat you alive, learn to rest not to quit, learn to love yourself, trust yourself, I will be here, my sister and I will always stay on your side, Joash, these are just obstacles that will challenge your strength as a person, learn to fight for it, learn to trust everything, days and nights you will suffer, depression will catch you up even in your dreams it will follow you, you'll get drunk of those thoughts, you'll get scared and you'll get weaker, but as long as you trust and love yourself, I'm sure you'll survive, stay strong, " I carried him through my arms and brought him inside his room, he is still crying. Someone told me that crying is a sign that you are

[Apple] Despair is deeper than sadness--it is the feeling of no longer having hope. As I sob on the cold, hard ground, my body seizes with loss. What will I do without Sylvester? Is this little spark of life all that remains of my mate and our love? Will I end up like my mother, alone with a child, still in love with my mate but unable to be with him, mourning him for the rest of my life until I die of depression?

I wondered if she had allowed herself to entertain the possibility of something more, or if it was simply the allure of the unknown that beckoned her towards him. But then, something changed. A cloud of sadness descended upon Tonia, casting a shadow over her usually vibrant demeanor. I couldn't help but notice the sadness that lingered in her eyes, the way her smile seemed a touch more forced. It was as if a veil of melancholy had settled over her, masking the light that usually danced within her.

the voice scolded in a harsh tone. “Suicide!” another voice echoes followed by a chorused laughter of mockery.” you thought it would be that easy? “I did not like the tone I was being spoken with since his conversation started but this particular tone is rude and demeaning. I feel disrespected. And the chorused laughter? what the hell is that? “Hey! I don't know who you are but you need to stop being rude okay? what gives you the right to talk to me in such a manner? Arent you also dead?!” I yelled.

Even though I already knew I was worthless to him. I was worthless to everyone. "Very good. Since you're so excited to know what it is about, I will share," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The words were laced with a mocking tone, as if he was amused by my eagerness. His voice was heavy with disdain, the sarcasm palpable, making me feel like I was being toyed with. The air seemed to vibrate with his scepticism, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at having been so transparent. Despite his mocking tone, I remained silent, waiting for him to reveal whatever it was.

*EMILY* As I walked through the door of my apartment, a wave of overwhelming sadness crashed over me. The weight of my burden pressed heavily upon my shoulders, threatening to shatter the fragile facade of strength I had painstakingly constructed. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I stumbled towards the couch, my legs buckling beneath the weight of my sorrow.

He didn't have to be so mean about it. That made my chest feel heavy, my body squirming in embarrassment. The air fell still and awkward. "I understand how you feel. Please untie me now, so I can leave." My voice was low. Why was I sad? Of course I didn't want anything to do with him either. I was still recovering from Tone's betrayal. I didn't need another man. However, my heart was saying something different. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound rude." He said and untied me, helping me up.

When she thanked Tony, she realized how hoarse her voice sounded from crying the night before, and the slight hoarseness in her voice made her normal tone sound like a whisper. “I’m sorry about your baby. I felt sick to my stomach when I heard on the news that you were chasing the guy who took him.” Tony’s voice tightened a little when he thought about the candy bar he gave Omar. The young man came close to grieving, but he didn’t want to grieve in front of Amy and her dad. Tony told himself that he came to support Amy, not depress her even more.

The weight of sadness settled upon her heart, casting a shadow over her once vibrant spirit. Eva retreated to her private study, seeking solace amidst the memories that intertwined with her grief. The room, adorned with artifacts from their epic journey, held a bittersweet reminder of the battles fought and the loved ones lost along the way. Tears welled up in Eva's eyes as she clutched a treasured photograph of Uncle Sam, a cherished mentor and source of unwavering support.

{Abebi} The morning sun cast its warm glow through the kitchen windows as I hurriedly prepared yam and egg sauce for Tony and myself. The aroma of the sizzling eggs filled the air, mingling with a sense of unease that weighed heavily on my heart. As I set the plates on the table, Tony's observant eyes caught the sadness etched across my face. He voiced his concern, his voice filled with genuine care. "Why are you sad?" he asked, his words cutting through the air.