Sorrow Rhyme Novels & Stories

“I don't want you skipping meals because of what I or anything that happened yesterday” “Oh,” my face fell. “You shouldn't be sorry” I mumbled to my blanket. “Don't be like that” there was an edge to his voice. I couldn't pinpoint why it was such a strange thing to him, but then again, he had already apologized twice so it wasn't like it mattered much.

Each sob was a cathartic release, a plea for understanding, and a lament for the life I once knew. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of my sorrow. I yearned for a reprieve, a respite from the relentless storm that raged within me. But the tears persisted, cascading down my face like a ceaseless downpour, as if they held the weight of all the unanswered questions I carried.

His voice cracked with emotion as he spoke, his eyes searching mine for a sign of forgiveness, of acceptance. Tears welled up in my eyes as his words washed over me, a mix of sorrow and guilt swirling inside my heart. Sharon, gone? The woman who had been a mother to me when my own had abandoned me. The weight of her absence settled heavily on my chest, mingling with the unresolved emotions I felt towards River. “I’m so sorry, River,” I whispered, grasping his hand tightly in mine. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.” River reached out. His thumb wiped away my tears. "Please don't cry anymore," he said, yet he shed tears himself.

Her absence was a constant ache, a wound that wouldn't heal, a silence that was deafening. The grief was not merely overwhelming; it was an all-consuming tidal wave that swept them away, a relentless storm that tore at the very fabric of their beings. They cried for her, their tears a never-ending river of sorrow, their sobs a symphony of pain that seemed to resonate with the very universe. They held each other, their bodies wracked with agony, their minds shattered by a loss so profound that words were woefully inadequate.

hmmm sob*sob* hmmm. "Hmmm sob*sob* hmmm...hey...hi, ahmmm pretty sure you hear me, or I am just assuming...hmmm just want to say, ahmmm, look I am in love again, but it is a one-way path of love just like what you have been through with me, you take the one-way path of getting to me and I regret not to meet you halfway and now you are gone...hmmmm I know you feel alone too because I feel alone as well the whole time I left you...all I want is to say I am sorry, I am so sorry, the person I am in loved with again is I need to let go as well like you...hmmmm sorry...for everything...hmmmm sob*sob*hmmmm"

Nora buried her head in her legs as she allowed tears to flow freely down her face. she watched Desmond's disappearing figure. The weight of her situation, the emotional stress, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead clouded her. In the quietness of the dimly lit room, she allowed herself a moment of openness, saying words to express her emotions. Her sobs echoed in the silence, having a rhyme with a mixture of frustration, fear, and a profound sense of loss. The tears carried the weight of shattered dreams, the pain of broken trust, and the anguish of feeling trapped in a situation she never fore saw.

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

Sarah replied, her voice heavy with sorrow. “Please…” I begged, feeling the weight of hopelessness settle in my chest as I realized there was nothing more that could be done. “I’m so sorry, I can’t...” Sarah whispered, her eyes filled with empathy and sadness.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

Her voice trailed off, thick with anguish. Loleng listened intently, her heart shattering with each word her daughter managed to say. Victoria might not have been crying, but the absence of tears made her pain even more haunting. It wasn’t the kind of grief that could be washed away with sobs. No, this was deeper, more profound. Every sigh Victoria released seemed to drag out the heaviness inside her, every breath a struggle under the weight of a sorrow that had settled too deeply into her soul.