The Grieving Gumball Novels & Stories

“When I was little, my mum and I would sit on the balcony during thunderstorms. She said the sky was telling stories.” He smiled, barely. “What kind of stories?” “Ones where nothing was really lost. Just… transformed.” That was the first time his eyes really met mine. And for a second, it was quiet in my head. --- There’s something about grief that makes you crave touch. Not sex. Not always. Just the closeness. The proof that you’re not the only one unraveling. That someone else is real enough to hold you together for a moment. That’s what it felt like.

My boyfriend, Julian Vance, always said that people in relationships shouldn't use their partners as emotional dumping grounds. So he set a rule. I got ten minutes a day to unload on him. He said his job wore him out and he hoped I'd understand. I agreed. I even thought he simply had strong boundaries. Then my grandmother died, the woman who had raised me on her own. I came back from the funeral home still gripping the reading glasses she never got to put on. All I wanted was for Julian to hold me for a while. He sighed instead. "It isn't that I won't stay with you. It's that you've used up your quota for today." I asked through tears, "Can't today be an exception?" He said, "Once there's a

Aunt Kelly. But even she didn't know how dark my world had become. Ways of how I could end my misery without making a mess and not be in pain devoured my thoughts. I wanted the excruciating loneliness to end and when Aunt Kelly figured out I was in trouble, she stepped in and made my first appointment to see a shrink. That's when I knew I had to stop the horrific thoughts on my own or face months, maybe even years of therapy in some kind of psych ward until I got my shit together. Just thinking about it pricks at my gut, but it wasn't the shrink who fixed me. I'm the one who pulled myself out of that black hole and I'm the one who begged my dead brother to help me. I figured out right then t

A pressure squeezed my chest so tightly that I thought my ribs would snap. No… no, no… they can’t be gone. They were right next to me. They were right just here. A slight movement caught my eye,something small and fluttering near my feet. I glanced down. It was the gummy bear bag Liam had hidden earlier, torn open, its colorful candies scattered like broken glass. That was when my last shred of denial died. A sound came out of me, not a scream, not a sob, but something raw and animalistic, the kind of sound someone makes when their soul is being ripped apart from the inside.

I wanted to reach forward, to wipe his tears but I remained rooted to the floor. Gabe's voice dropped to a whisper, his words barely audible. "Now, I feel like it's my turn to keep this shop alive. But I don't even know where to start. It's such a heavy weight, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to bear it." His shoulders slumped, and he buried his face in his hands, overcome with grief. The silence that followed was sickening, filled with the weight of Gabe's sorrow. The empty shop, once a symbol of his family's love and legacy, now seemed like a daunting responsibility for him, a reminder of all that he had lost.

Lory shouted and felt broken while looking at Greg's eye. "The news about me one year ago that I suddenly disappeared. It is because of my operation in America. I've got two tumors. The other one had a successful surgery, but the last tumor from my left brain left a mark on my soul. This has left a depression that kills me! The happiness I wanted to experience, the family I dreamt of in the future. And I think it will not happen because I only have three months on earth. Everything was just a borrowed time," Greg cried and Lory hugged her.

Someone who was once a stranger was now one of my best friends. "Just because you've cried enough doesn't mean anything, you lost your brother Mai. That doesn't just go away or make it any less true. I know you're tired of crying, tired of feeling like this but it's okay to cry. Sebastian's gone, he's not coming back" Grandon said as he looked down at the flowers that were still in his hand and then back at me before mumbling "Trust me I know, I was the same way when Riley died." He put the flowers down against the tombstone and sat beside me.

Carla was strict but in a limit. Gabe just reached to the funeral, he was wearing a simple black shirt with black pants and a coat. "Winter..." his voice echoed around the graveyard. The moment she turned towards him, she burst into tears. Gabe strode towards her and hugged her. He caressed her hair and whispered, "Hey, it's okay..." "She left me, Gabe," Winter wailed. "It's okay...you're okay..." he spoke in hushed tones. The funeral was almost over, the guests slowly began to go to their homes.

I whispered to him, giving delicate lines. Getting out of the car, Gerald cried even more. Like a 5-year-old child. He was not strong enough to walk into the tomb—Vater and the beautiful woman earlier. I only supported Gerald, who was helpless. "Mother ..." I hugged Gerald. I'm also crying. I'm sad. I feel lost, I can feel, what kind of loss. Already many people gathered at the cemetery. And my eyes can catch a makeshift mummy there, and there is a mortal enemy beside her. I teased him, and he just shook his head. Maybe, do not understand why suddenly invited.

"Jason! Jason!" The floor became chaos, someone was doing compressions, someone else had already called 911. Cassie sat slumped on the ground, her mascara streaked halfway down her face, her hair a mess. She stared blankly at the GMV counter, which had stopped jumping and settled on a number that looked like a sick joke. Negative $18 million. That was the company's actual cash deficit. Jason came to under a huddle of people trying to help him. He shoved them off the second he opened his eyes and lurched toward my desk.