When Sadness Is At Your Door Novels & Stories

I didn’t want anyone to see me like this—broken, hollow, a shell of who I used to be. I had never felt this level of sadness and heartbreak. It was like drowning in an ocean of grief with no hope of reaching the surface. The knocking came again, more insistent this time. “Jane, open this door, please. We are here to talk to you,” Ella’s voice joined Amira’s. I closed my eyes tighter, willing them to go away. “I am not in the mood to see anyone,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please go back.”

The news pierces through her like a dagger, opening floodgates of overwhelming emotions she struggles to contain. Grief and helplessness wash over her in relentless waves, as she grapples with the weight of her situation. Her human fragility is stark against the backdrop of a supernatural realm she never imagined she would be part of. The sense of sadness claws at her heart, intertwining with a profound sense of loss resonating deep within her very core.

Instead, my life had turned chaotic, and I had even dragged them into this humiliation. There was no greater suffering in life than this. I felt as if my insides were being ruthlessly squeezed and twisted in someone's hand. I sat by the window, looking at the soft rain tapping on the glass, as if trying to awaken my frozen thoughts. The jasmine tea had long gone cold, but I still didn't feel like touching it. The indescribable sadness inside me was like rain in the air, impossible to shake off. Just then, the door was gently pushed open. Kevin stepped in cautiously, holding a bowl of steaming soup.

Martina POV Empty beer cans and whiskey bottles that littered the floor were what greeted me the moment I got inside Marcus’ apartment unit. My nose twitched. Not because the room stinks but because of something else. Seeing Marcus looking like this, I felt deep regret washed over me. Why have we come to this, Marcus? I lifted my head toward the ceiling, taking in a moment of clarity, but couldn’t because Marcus’ state glared at me. I felt deep sadness for what I have done.

“I’m so sorry, Ma’am Haley.. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that it won’t affect my job.” “No, no sweetheart. It’s not about that. You know, it’s okay to be sad sometimes. But you should always do something about it. You can’t just let yourself be drown from it forever. I don’t know the exact reason why you’re sad but I just want to say that it’s still not too late. You can still do something. You have to do something before you regret not doing it at all.” “Thank You so much, Ma’am Haley. I won’t forget what you just said.”

I flop back on the loveseat in defeat and put a throw pillow over my face, letting out a frustrated, muffled scream. The silence in the room is deafening. It paralyzes me. I’m not sure how long it’s been. With nothing to distract me, the sadness creeps in. It’s a burning hole, clawing itself bigger and bigger in my chest until I feel like I might fall in. There’s nothing I can do about it this time. I’m still on the loveseat with the pillow over my face when there’s a knock on my door. It opens before I can tell them to go away.

He would have to think on that one some more. When he opened the door, he was greeted by the normal sights and sounds that, for a few minutes earlier, he thought he would never see again. A sharp pain went through his arm, reminding him that he was still there and the pain medication was wearing off. He walked in, and Haven followed, looking around at the place with a soft smile.

The door slowly closed in his face, cutting off his pleas and regret. Outside, Zane's cries were gut-wrenching. "Sadie! Please open the door! I can't live without you!"

“but I know and believe that it is just a matter of time before you find that man that would cherish you as much as you love those reality shows and soap operas. Just wait. And you won't die before you experience that.” The tears fell then, rolling down her tanned cheek to fall on the table. I was beginning to feel weird because of her reaction when the doorbell rang. Quickly, I stood up and ran towards the door in my velvet shorts and chemise with my hair in one of my aunt's crazy bonnets. A relieved smile had taken residence on my face only to fall when I opened the door and found the singular reason why most ladies– older women inclusive–were acting like fools. Adam was at my doorstep!!!!

"Or like when we went fishing and we all fell in the water." We both laughed. So many nice things I've been through here, just thinking about Kayler makes me sad. The door was knocked twice, somewhat slowly, now who could it be? Just when I don't want to see anyone they get in for coming. I reluctantly got up and opened the door, meeting the one I least wanted to see. Kayler.