Open When Youre Sad の小説・ストーリー

"You're usually like an open book to me, but tonight. The moment you sat down across from me I felt the change in you. What is it?" "I," is all I'm able to say. I try swallowing, I breathe through my nose. Is like there's rock trapped between my vocal cords. It is frustrating trying to express something that's been killing you, hunting you, and now, now instead of words tears were the only thing coming out of me. "I'm sorry."

She found Chloe crying, her gaze locked on her phone. “What’s wrong?” Sadie asked gently. Chloe quickly hid her phone. “No, nothing. It’s a family problem. I’m sorry—I didn’t want to burden you guys, so I hid in here,” she said sadly, her voice barely above a whisper. Sadie immediately opened the door wider, stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around Chloe in a tight hug. “It’s okay. We’re friends, right? You heard my problems, and I can hear yours. Anytime you’re ready, you can open up to me. I’m here for you.”

he held my gaze, and that sadness just poured into my soul. "You will have these memories from time to time and it's okay. If working helps to make you feel better, then I will give you all the space that you need. Just remember that I'm here for you. If you want to talk, no matter how young I am, I'm here."

Sarah It felt like drifting through an endless dream, each moment stretching into eternity. After my firstborn's death, grief enveloped me like a suffocating shroud. I retreated, closing my heart and mind to the outside world. Joy became a foreign concept, a distant memory I could no longer grasp. Nothing could penetrate the fog of my sorrow because deep down, I knew I was fundamentally broken—I was not okay. Just like then, my mind feels closed off, wrapped in a thick layer of ice. Driving aimlessly, stopping several times to watch the setting sun.

I felt little eyes all shift to me as I smiled weakly at her, pinching her chin gently. “No sweetie. Sometimes people get sad because of what they have done and not because of other people. Okay?” I asked her as Maya got up from the floor coming towards me. “Are you sad that we are here?” She asked me as I chuckled, calling her closer. “I would never be sad because of you. You are brighten up my life. So how could I be sad?” I asked them, as they smiled weakly at me. “I promise never to be sad with you, okay?” I asked them, as they smiled weakly. I pulled Oaklyn in a hug, kissing her temple as all of them swarmed over for hugs.’

I stutter whenever I feel nervous or upset. "I'm here for you" My heart skipped a beat upon hearing him. "You're three years late, Stefan" I muttered without thinking much. I wiped my tears and crossed him. I don't want to stay near him because I know if I did then I would end up broken down in front of him. I insert the password to open my door. "I'm sorry" My hands stopped and again unwanted tears fell from my eyes. "I'm sorry for everything, Shine" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, and pressed the enter button to open the door.

gives you hope. As I play, the emotions I've been holding back come rushing to the surface. The tears fall freely now, each one a release, a cleansing of my soul. The pain of my past, the fear of the unknown, the excitement of new beginnings – it all pours out through the music. I close my eyes, letting the melody guide me, losing myself in the rhythm.

I interrupted with a frown. "I'm sorry." "I understand how you feel but in times like this, don't jump to the worst. Losing a loved one never gets easy and as much as people will obviously die, we must think about good things as well." "How should I do that? I feel sad when I think about it." "That's okay, but I'll tell you a secret." "What secret?" "The secret to feeling happy in times of sorrow." "What is it?" "Come closer," I whispered and she inched in. "Even closer."

My arms circle her by reflex, and my chest tightens. “I know you’ll never shed a tear in front of me, so I’ll tell you—it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to have days when you don’t want to get out of bed. When you want to shout at the world, but nobody’s listening. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” Her voice is muffled by my shirt, but forceful. And then she stands on her tiptoes and presses her palms to my chest and kisses me on the cheek.

she sneers whilst her painful sobs. ****😔****