Unscramble Sadness Novels & Stories

All the sadness and pain I saw, crushed me like a giant wave consuming every last bit of my soul. Some how amongst all the tears and gasping for the air my lungs despertaley yurned for, I was able to speak three tiny words " Ian, I'm sorry." I whsipered. His hold on me tightened as he pulled me closer, setting me onto his lap. My bedroom was drowned in heartache as Michelle and Shawns muffled cries bounced off the walls joining Ian and I in our sorrow. Time seemd to slow down in these seconds as Ian and I held each other desperately. I was afraid of what this might mean for us. Would we still be able to be friends or would jealousy rule our hearts, knowinng what we once ment to each other. W

When I hear him take in an unsteady breath, I look up into his eyes and see he's crying, too. "I'm so sorry about what they did to you. I'm not going to reject you because of that. It's not your fault, and I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how worthy you are to a life of love and happiness." I throw my arms around his neck and cry with happiness. Scotts rubs his hand up and down my back. "Okay, my turn." He says before taking a deep breath. I don't respond; I just wait for him to continue.

Let's enjoy the journey.... ............. Sasha Pov: Sasha wandered along the road, her steps were staggered but her grip on the beer bottle tightened. Tears, like tiny rivers, traced paths down her cheeks, smudging her carefully applied makeup into streaks of black. The weight of her sorrow felt heavy in her chest, each breath a struggle against the ache within. She raised it to her lips, the bitter taste momentarily distracting her from the overwhelming emptiness inside. But with each swallow, the reality of her loneliness seemed to only grow sharper.

Layla's voice was softer, she said, "Alright. Everything is solvable. If you want to cry, cry, cry a lot. The person next to you is me, you don't have to be afraid, live with your feelings. Cry, cry a lot." Layla is quite a delicate person, she will not use meaningless words to comfort Sarah, who is in a sad state. She will encourage Sarah to cry more because this is the only way to relieve sadness. Sarah will be more comfortable when she cries. Sarah heard Layla's words, she cried more. Sarah's cry sounded like it wanted to tear the sky.

To this Richard replied abruptly, "Are you close with me to ask this question?" Krystal replied in a friendly but caring tone, " It's not a matter of being close or not!! Come on!!! I saw the sadness on your face, Don't you think of me as a fool!! My parents always suggest me to share my sadness when am sad so that I will feel less sad. And it's truly said. When you share your sadness, your burdens are lessened, so try to share it!!! It's not a big deal !!! I won't tell to anyone" To this Richard said in an irritated manner, "Enough of your bullshit crap!!"

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

I got punched in the arm for that one, but I made her laugh and smile and it was worth it. Sadie also had what I liked to call beautiful mood swings. This was when Sadie wasn't having a very good day and would show herself to me in a not so beautiful way. These were the days I had to step in and be the mean guy to help her get herself under control. I was really tired of having to buy new furniture or new dishes. When she was having a bad day. Everything was my fault and she let me know it. Then of course once she got herself under control. She would have what I would call a cry fest and apologize to me for three days. The fights wouldn't be bad if Sadie didn't have the ability to lift the c

Brad pleaded and tears formed in her eyes. "I can't, I'm so weak, heartbroken, bittered and so sad. This is just too much for me to bear, Brad. Why us? Why our friends? Why Drake of all people? He was so kind, sweet, loving, jovial, caring, hard-working, and the list goes on. He was too good to have left the world so soon. Why would anyone take such a cool-headed guy away from the Earth without even letting him enjoy the fruit of his labour, why Brad?" Nicole sobs and Brad was at the brim of tears as he watches his girlfriend weep.

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

I say lowly. He straightens, "What's wrong?" "She was my bestfriend..." "She did horrible things to you, and she's a horrible person in general. How could you still care about her?" "I can't turn off my feelings easily like some people..." He rolls his eyes, "I just think that there's no point in being fully invested in something, mentally and emotionally, if you might get disappointed in the end." "That's a pretty one-sided way of looking at things... anything can lead to disappointment. You just need to put yourself out there and hope for the best."