When Sadness Is At Your Door Novels & Stories

Rain.. I don't know why it always rains whenever something sad happens to me. Be it in my previous life or my current life. I don't know the reason, but maybe it was raining to wash away my sadness, or just to add to the coldness of my already cold heart. "Please accept my condolences, miss"

"Those miserable cries were drowning me in surging emotions. Painful. Sad. Tormenting. Not wanting to hear Dave's misery, I covered my ears. But his cries were blasting in devastation. Because I no longer wanted to get drowned in the depth of pain, I thought of recalling those beautiful moments I had seen in my dreams. As soon as I closed my eyes, the door suddenly opened. You came rushing. That morning filled with pain and sadness, in an instant, became heart-warming the moment you spoke.

"Your words may tug at my heart, but they cannot change the course of our mission. You are a casualty of war, nothing more." As the heavy door slammed shut, leaving me once again enveloped in darkness, I crumbled to the floor, tears flowing freely. The weight of impending doom pressed down upon me, threatening to crush my spirit. In that moment of despair, I clung to the flickering ember of hope, praying that somehow, against all odds, I would find a way to survive and reunite with the family I held so dear.

“You've been like this for two weeks, baby. Maybe that will suddenly make you sick. Do you know that when we constantly cry because of sadness, some veins in our hearts are cut? It's not a good idea to always cry, baby.” “Because I don't have any other way to relieve my sadness but to cry.” She faced me. I felt sorry as I watched her eyes, which were tired of crying. Her nose was red. Her lips are dry; even when eating properly, she can't do it anymore. “What date is today? Isn't it like this is the date that Margarette's parents gave you so you could meet them?” she asked. “Yes, baby.” “If that is so, hurry over there and head to them. Meet them and talk to them about your son's wedding.”

If this is the case, you may succumb to your sadness. Sena, be grateful; it's the only way to get over a sudden sadness. You'd be single for the rest of your life if Sean hadn't come into your life. If your ID didn't make it possible for him to locate you. LOL. Perhaps you're an elderly single lady sooner. Poor Sena.

Since when did my life become a revolving door of people hovering around the place where I live? Sadie pushes off of my door. It’s been a few days since the incident with Derek, Bea, and Tris, so I’m not too surprised to see her. But I also have no desire to speak to her. I move past Sadie and shove my key in the lock. “Not in the mood for your drama today, Sadie.” I try to slam my door on her, but she’s quicker. She blocks it with her foot, narrowing her blue eyes. She pushes the door open, following me in.

Each cry feels like an attempt to let out the pain that's taken hold of me. Nana Joyce, her eyes showing the sadness mirrored on my face, comes closer with a gentle touch. Her hands, marked by years and wisdom, try to comfort me as I give in to the flood of sorrow. In that moment, this mystical room becomes a place for my tears, where the sound of desperation fills the air. It's heavy with the burden of dreams that won't come true, and here I am, on the floor, shattered and inconsolable, grieving not just for Calhoun but for the broken pieces of what we once hoped for.

“It’s Kael. Open the door, please.” More silence. Taking a beat, I placed my hand on the doorknob. It turned into my palm effortlessly; the door was unlocked. I pushed it open and stepped inside cautiously. Immediately, I was hit by a wave of despair that seemed to hang in the air like a thick fog. Grief felt like it had woven itself into the very fabric of the room. The curtains were drawn tightly, shutting out any hint of daylight and plunging the space into a barely-lit twilight.

He felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and sorrow, knowing he was unable to ease the pain of those around him. As April’s gentle breathing filled the room, Aiden’s tears continued to flow. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders, and the deep sadness of the day’s revelations was a burden he struggled to bear alone. Despite the comfort of April’s presence, the night was a reminder of the losses and heartaches that shaped his life.

Maybe I should try for the last and see if he would get out. I slowly walk up the stairs till I was Infront of his door. The door to the room he shared with his late wife. I let out a breathe before gathering courage to knock. I knocked softly but there was no reaction whatsoever. "Gr.. Grayson, please open the door. It hurts I know,it hurts to watch the one you love go away forever but that isn't the end. I read from somewhere that a person maybe gone but the memories of her life will never leave"my voice cracks but I stilled continued.