Unscramble Sadness Novels & Stories

She broke down and her sobs echoed off the walls and her body shook and her voice was raw. "I am sorry," she said. "I am so sorry. I did not mean for any of this to happen." "Sorry does not undo the fire." "I know." "Sorry does not bring back the fear she felt." "I know." "Sorry does not make me love you." Sha nodded and her voice was small. "I know." I walked back to Cressida and she was still sitting on the cold floor with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around herself. Her body was still shaking and her eyes were still wet and her face was still pale.

The severed hand. SCREEEEECH! A car suddenly screeched to a stop. People flinched. “George! George… where’s Jessica?!” Nick. I lifted my head, tears streaming, my body trembling. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” The words cracked from my lips, broken. “Nick… I’m sorry… huhuhu… I’m sorry!” And there… my world completely fell apart.

Sensing my distress, they retreated, scooting back with an air of confusion and concern, leaving me adrift in a sea of tumultuous emotions. The dam broke then, tears cascading in a torrent of sorrow and confusion. "Look, I'm sorry, okay. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do. I don't know why I did... Why did I do that? Why did I kill him?" The words tumbled out, a chaotic blend of regret, confusion, and a desperate search for understanding.

She felt devastated and shattered, regretting her foolish and selfish actions that had destroyed everything. When Devan and Lisa entered the room, sadness and pleading were evident on Sandra's face. She immediately rose from her seat, looking at them with tear-filled eyes, hoping to appeal to their mercy. "D-D-D-Devan, Lisa," she stuttered, trying to contain the pain that engulfed her. "I beg you... I know I've made a terrible mistake, but please... please don't imprison me. I can't bear it. I can't..."

I woke up in tears, small sobs leaving my lips. "Sapphire! She's awake!" I heard Scarlette shout. I sat up, breaking into uncontrollable tears. He didn't tell me much to work with but I felt so sad, more sad than I'd ever felt since Mum's death. I was drowning in a sea of deep sadness and I couldn't think of anything but the deep hole in my chest. I was overwhelmed with great sadness. It felt like I was feeling someone else's pain.

She seemed sad, a broken sort of emotion overcoming her features. I felt a trickle of shame run down my neck, as I stared at the dejection in her eyes. She pulled her hair up, thread tangled between her fingers, which she quickly twisted off, carefully tucking them away into a patchwork bag, with other scraps of fabric. “Heron. I can’t just go to anyone. I need it to be believable for my father. All of the women I know would take the opportunity and run with it, but they could never convince my father. They’re not-“

Manager Sol’s grandmother muttered as she walked towards me again, but this time, she was gentle rather than excited. I felt the warmth of her hand as she caressed my arm. “Whatever it is that is burdening your heart right now that you don’t want to tell it to anyone, and you feel like your heart will burst in the worst emotion that you just want to be alone and scream… Just do it, honey. There is totally nothing wrong with being sad. Sadness makes the happy moments special, and without it, people will never know that feeling of being happy.” I was soothed by her warm and soft voice like she is talking to me deep in my heart.

Removing the quilt from her face, she let out a small yawn, sleeping clearing from her eyes. The sun rays penetrated through the glass window before clashing with her Hazel eyes, causing the golden in them to sparkle. The burden of her trauma was bit lowered than usual, and then it hit her. She had Theodore's sandalwood scent all over her. The yesterday night came crashing down at her, causing different feelings to emerge.

I cannot understand you even for a bit! He’s scary for a second, then sweet after. His mood changes at a very scary fast pace every minute that she can’t keep up and try to understand him. His actions make her question whether or not he likes her. It seems he does, but at the same time, he doesn’t. He was confusing, awfully confusing! ‘Leon!’ she cried in her heart. She can’t mutter anything for now because of her sobs. ‘Which one are you exactly?’ --

I am wearing a sleeveless top and a pencil skirt pairing with my three inches black stilettos. Satisfied with what I did to myself, I held my phone again. I checked for possible messages or at least a call but there was none. A sudden looming feeling of sadness suddenly engulfed me. I don’t want to think negatively but I couldn’t help it. It feels like I don’t matter to him anymore. Who is she to make him abandon me like this? I closed my eyes for a second trying to stop myself from getting emotional. I shook my head trying to cheer myself in front of the mirror. “I can do this!” I mumbled and forced myself to smile.