Novel & Cerita When Sadness Is At Your Door

When she felt a little bit relief, her left hand reaches for the doorknob and she wiggles it continuously but the door remained locked. "Shit!" Anna cussed weakly and rested her head to the door trying to catch a breath. She held the doorknob again to try her luck, she thought perhaps she didn't try harder the first time. The door remained locked when she tried one more time. Anna felt so devastated and sobs emerges from her mouth. "Is this the end of me? Perhaps it's for the best if I die now. What is there to live for when my happiness, Drake, is gone? His friends must be thinking by now that I'm responsible for his death which is not far from the truth somehow. If only Drake didn't spend

I felt utterly depleted, my will to live extinguished. Sinking to the floor, I surrendered to the tears that flowed unchecked. The ache in my heart intensified as I relived the cruel stripping away of all that defined me. A deep sorrow engulfed me, extinguishing the flicker of hope that had somehow remained. A soft knock on the door pierced through my grief, but I ignored it. Jackie persisted, knocking again. As the sobs resonated in the room, she entered without my permission. Her voice, gentle yet firm, cut through the silence.

As I unlock my door, climb into the driver's seat, and pull out of the cemetery gates, the tears finally flood my vision, blinding my sight completely. I press my hand over my mouth to muffle the screams of agony tearing out of my throat, feeling more broken, lonely, and destroyed than I have ever been in all my life.

They kept on asking me if I am doing okay and if I probably cry, they will just surely tell me that everything will be fine or try to stop me from crying even more. But Ford says different words. "It's okay to feel sad and hurt about it. It's okay not to be okay for a while. It's okay to cry hard if you feel like crying. You don't have to keep saying you are okay, Kate. While you have that feelings inside you, it's okay to dwell on it for a while. Let yourself mourn and be sad, Kate. Grasp it fully until the feelings itself will help you move forward."

My legs sprinted to the door immediately, I wanted distraction so bad, I was extremely bored and Theodore standing outside the door was exactly perfect that moment. "HI…" I opened the door wider and he walked in. "How are you?" He asked, taking the door's handle and closing it. I was already seated on the bed, "Good. I guess" I shrugged. "How are you feeling? Not everyone feels the best after moving," Theodore took a seat beside me. "I don't know, I just feel… I don't know, when you're not happy, you're not Sad, you're just there." I shrugged.

“You’re too good for this world, you know that? But okay. We’ll figure out plan B.” I leaned back against the seat, staring out at the darkening sky. The anger simmered now, a slow burn toward the people who’d twisted my life into this mess. But underneath, the sadness weighed heaviest—a deep, aching grief for what Zayden and I had lost, or maybe never fully had. And the dilemma gnawed: hold on and hope, or let go before it broke me completely?

And to top it off, the fan in my room now made a wheezing sound like it was slowly dying of heartbreak. My phone buzzed. ~Remember you have till Friday. No excuses.~ I threw the bread back into the plastic bag and groaned into my hands. I wasn’t dramatic by nature, but this? This felt like a good time for a breakdown montage with sad music and rain. Instead, I got a knock at the door. I jumped. Paused. Another knock. Landlord? Loan collector? I opened it a crack—just enough to peek. “Oh thank God, you’re home!”

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!!"

A soft knock sounded on my door, pulling me out of the memory I loved and hated to think about at the same time. I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I finally wasn't living in my head anymore but now in the present and sad because the only time I was able to relive that moment was whenever I thought about it when I was alone. Most especially when I was in my office. “Come in.” I spoke up and the door was pushed open slightly. “Excuse me sir, are you busy? I would like to see you.” A soft voice rang as the door stood halfway open.

I felt so small and fragile, and the sadness crept through my veins like ice, wrapping tightly around my heart. While I stood there, I kept thinking about him, grateful that I had him in my life, even if it wasn’t for long. My mind was a whirlpool of memories, counting the moments I wished I could keep. Just as I was about to shake off the melancholy and go to the bathroom to freshen up, I heard a gentle knock on the door. My heart raced with excitement as I thought maybe Jack had changed his mind about going back home tonight and decided to spend the night with me after all. Rushing to the door, I opened it without bothering to look through the small opening to see who it was.