4 heart-breaking sad stories 1 heart-breaking sad story
A pair of lovers who love each other very much. Every time a boy goes to a girl's bed or before going to work, he always kisses her on the forehead and says the words that the girl never tires of hearing: "Go to sleep, go to work and work hard"... These happy enemies often have a little quarrel, but it doesn't take much. It will be as good as ever. The days passed in such a noisy way. Both believe in each other, and the girl feels so happy, so happy.
Despite this, things happened that we didn’t want to happen.
One day, the boy said to the girl as usual: He has a party tonight and told her to go to bed early so that she doesn’t have to wait for him. The girl said as usual: Okay, I understand, drink less.
The next day was a Sunday morning that she would never forget. The girl got up early and prepared breakfast for the boy. After checking the time, she went to wake the boy up and saw a scene that made her heartbroken. There is a girl in the boy's room and he is her good friend. The girl was heartbroken to the extreme, but she didn't cry or fuss, and was unusually calm. The girl said: It's time to have breakfast, then turned to leave.
The boy hurriedly chased after the girl, hugged her and said, "I'm sorry" countless times... I'm sorry, I drank too much last night. Forgive him, he can't live without her.
The girl felt the boy cry, and the tears hit her shoulders, cold.
After a long time, the girl finally spoke. She said that he would give him a week to think about it, and he must give her an answer today next week.
The girl spent a heartbreaking week at her friend's house, and today is the time for the boy to give the answer. Accompanied by her friends, she finally worked up the courage to return to their former cabin. She saw the boy sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the photo of him and her. The girl took a deep breath and walked up to him and said, it's hard to choose between love and responsibility, right? Then let me help you make a choice? After saying that, he went to the room to pack a few clothes and took nothing else with him. She looked at the two-bedroom house and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart... The girl held her bag and said to the crying boy: You don't have to think about it, I'll let you go and give you freedom.
The girl just arrived at the door and met her good friend.
“Do you hate me?”
“What’s the use of hating you when things have come to this point?”
“Can we still be friends? "
"I don't know"
The friend who came with her said bitterly: "You have stopped being this friend from the beginning. I really miss you. She is such a girl who is so selfish that she even abandons her best friend for a man. Is it so difficult for you to forget how she treats you all the time? How does she comfort you when you are in a bad mood? How could she take time off to be friends with you when she was comfortable? Do you think it’s still possible now? I misjudged you." After saying that, he took her away.
When she walked to the elevator, she was already in tears. The friend supported her and patted her shoulder and said: "I know you have endured it for a long time. It's okay to cry. Everything will be fine. Besides, you are still the same person. It is not you who is in trouble but him who lost a deeply loved one." Man. I’ll help you when the weather is bad. I’ll accompany you wherever you want to relax.”
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The girl is writing in her diary today. I wrote this passage in the notebook:
Today I am so sad that I can’t even shed tears of heartache. Today I have lost too many things that belong to me. No, now it should be said that it was something that once belonged to me, right?
I used to think that I was a very strong person, and that even if I lost my love, I could still live a wonderful life. I was wrong. My mistake was that I overestimated myself. Actually I'm not, I'm not strong at all. He's just hiding his vulnerability. He's obviously very sad and his heart hurts like a knife. Why do he still pretend to be strong? I don't understand why people always have to experience something before they can understand themselves better. If everything could be avoided, it wouldn't be so sad...
A person is not lonely only when he misses someone. I am not sure about tomorrow. I said nothing about love.
A first love relationship has no result after all, so I don’t want to write about the result...
I feel so lonely. Whenever I think of him, it seems that the pain wants to engulf me, but I can’t tell him. I will try hard to get out on my own, just because I'm afraid he won't be able to let me go. Maybe my friends are right, I was too stupid to quit the competition before it even started. So what if the opponent is a friend?
But I know better than anyone else that his heart hurts just as much as mine at the moment. But I can't forgive him. I don't want to make it difficult for him. I watch him struggle between love and responsibility, and the person who needs him to be responsible is my best friend. What can I do? Fight?
"Can we still be friends?" I have been asking myself this question. I still can’t answer, maybe time can change everything
The water in this life can never brew the tea in the next life. The chance encounter with him in the crowd happened to pass him by, leaving behind What? Is it sad or regretful? Or tears...
Some fates are destined to be lost, and some fates will never have good results. You don’t have to have them, but when you have someone, you must cherish and love them. (she).
When we broke up:
He cried because he really loved me;
I cried because I was really heartbroken and gave up. .
I am so sad today that I can’t even shed tears of heartache. Today I have lost too many things that belong to me. No, now it should be said that it was something that once belonged to me, right?
I used to think that I was a very strong person, and that even if I lost my love, I could still live a wonderful life. I was wrong. My mistake was that I overestimated myself. Actually I'm not, I'm not strong at all. He's just hiding his vulnerability. He's obviously very sad and his heart hurts like a knife. Why do he still pretend to be strong? I don't understand why people always have to experience something before they can understand themselves better. If everything could be avoided, it wouldn't be so sad...
A person is not lonely only when he misses someone. I am not sure about tomorrow. I said nothing about love. A first love relationship has no result after all, so I don’t want to write about the result...
I feel so lonely. Whenever I think of him, it seems that the pain wants to engulf me, but I can’t tell him. I will try hard to get out on my own, just because I'm afraid he won't be able to let me go. Maybe my friends are right, I was too stupid to quit the competition before it even started. So what if the opponent is a friend?
But I know better than anyone else that his heart hurts just as much as mine at the moment. But I can't forgive him. I don't want to make it difficult for him. I watch him struggle between love and responsibility, and the person who needs him to be responsible is my best friend. What can I do? Fight?
"Can we still be friends?" I have been asking myself this question. I still can’t answer, maybe time can change everything
The water in this life can never brew the tea in the next life. The chance encounter with him in the crowd happened to pass him by, leaving behind What? Is it sad or regretful? Or tears...
Some fates are destined to be lost, and some fates will never have good results. You don’t have to have them, but when you have someone, you must cherish and love them. (she).
When we broke up:
He cried because he really loved me;
I cried because I was really heartbroken and gave up. . Heart-wrenching sad story 2
Childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts are always no match for the paleness of time. Waiting for the sea to turn into mulberry fields, waiting for the mountains and rocks to have no edges, waiting for the landslides and waiting for the seas to dry up, I will never wait for a heart that doesn’t love you. Some people say don’t refill the tea when it’s cold, some say don’t wait any longer when someone is gone, some say people who don’t love you won’t love you after all, and I say what they say seems to be true.
I just want to find someone who loves me and loves me and start a sweet relationship. When the passion subsides, I will hold hands and walk into the palace of marriage. From then on, we will stay together for a long time. Make daily rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. Now there is no field, no need to weave, and there is simply no more her who loves me.
I naively regard every person I meet in my life as a returnee in my life, treat them seriously, and cherish them with all my heart. However, in the end, one by one they become the people in my world. Who can understand the loneliness of a passer-by?
What was promised will last forever, what was promised will never leave, what was promised is that if you are always here, I will always love, what was promised... there were so many promises, but who would have thought that what was promised would just fall apart. Time is a ruthless knife that cuts away the love in my heart. It hurts so much that every breath hurts. I thought I was dead like this. Time is the best medicine for healing. It will always heal slowly. All injuries. I always heal the scars and forget about the pain. I always walk the same old road again and again. When the pain hurts, I get better and continue~
It’s always like this, over and over again. They say that people’s luck is limited. If you keep squandering it arbitrarily, it will be used up one day, and I say that fools will always have fools. He treats everyone with heart and sincerity, and cherishes everyone. He vividly interprets the male version. He is so silly and sweet, he is willing to believe everyone, he values ??everyone very seriously, but in the end, all those people leave him. Is it sad or ridiculous? Why does the returning person in his eyes turn away in a hurry? Became the most unwanted passer-by. He doesn't want this, but fate often makes him experience this. Why? Pain, what else besides heartache now? The spring breeze in March is coming, and it still feels like a knife cutting on my face, which makes me miserable. Why do you love? The love is so thorough and the love is so deep that it is difficult to extricate yourself. The love is deep and the hurt is cruel.
Even though he was bruised and bruised, he still harbored illusions and tried to love harder. Is this retribution? Sad story of heartache 3
Do you want to find the shadow of happiness in music? Or do you want to recall every bit of sadness from the past? I don’t know. I just foolishly indulged in that thought, letting my own sorrow keep stirring my memory, peeling away the layers of my painful feeling, and letting it flow freely. Although I also know that in life, people who should be on the stage come on, people who should be off are off, and no one can look back. The destined joys and sorrows can only go on, just like the sad songs. If life is just like the first time we met, what is left to you will only be fragments in the end.
It was a drizzling day. You and I met by chance. Your faint smile contained the slightest tenderness, which drove away my loneliness and gently ignited my longing. From my interactions with you, I know that you like to smoke in silence and pass your own time. After work, you like to listen to soft music, letting your warm thoughts pass through the sad music of the flute, stopping in the rain curtain in the south of the Yangtze River, letting a touch of tenderness in your heart linger with the green bamboo forest, gentle and moist. Looking forward to it.
Having known you for so long, I know that many times when you are lonely, you like to light the cigarette in your hand, watch the curls of smoke passing through the strings in the wind, and listen to the sounds of nature. Review the fragments in your mind. Many nights, without you appearing and whispering to me, I began to spread the waiting in my dreams, longing for you on the other side of the sky to miss you quietly like me.
You said that the rolling world and the bustling crowds will always interpret the sadness and joy in life. It is the most peaceful to play alone with a cold sleeve and broken jade all over the ground. But loneliness is spreading quietly in the air, and the picture of you smoking has warmed my long years, making me drunkenly look at the horizon, and accompany you to be independent from the coldness of frost. In harmony with the mood, I drank a pot of light wine, the residual red color was heavy, and the fragrance of flowers filled my clothes without complaint. Even if I turn into smoke, I can't bear to be separated. Dreams follow my heart, and I sit alone like a lotus for you. On the edge of the dream, waiting for the last sound of your knocking on the door, I will use my persistent thoughts in this life to saturate the reincarnation, let the dark fragrance fill up, and happily fall into the world. I love how much you love me, play and call me stupid, I always want to fly with you when I am awake and sleeping, the sky is high and the sea is deep, dusk and morning, I know that my feelings cannot be changed, I forget all the spring flowers and autumn moon, and You become corrupted into clay.
On the day we quarreled, I remember you said that if there is harm between men and women, it is like a piece of paper that has been torn apart. No matter how hard it is glued together, there will still be cracks. To eliminate the cracks, you have to dissolve the paper and make a new one; no matter how you make up for the hurt heart, the scars will still exist. To eliminate the scars, only the most sincere love can dissolve it and the heart can be reborn. . However, I still long to become the smoke in your hands, unfazed by favors and humiliations, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, quietly waiting for you to gently hold me in your lips, and warm my loneliness with your casual gaze. Let the most romantic love fill my weak heart.
I said, if you miss me, please light the cigarette, and I will cover your smile in the smoke.
My longing has no time limit. Occasionally, a simple word can instantly wet my eyes with tears. Your figure fills my eyes, burning the romantic spring of my life casually. But do you in the distance know that in your life, I just hope that at some time, you will miss me naturally. In your emotional world, it is like the cigarette in your hand, a lifestyle habit that you cannot quit even if you want to. You said that the Internet is long and life is like a dream. It doesn’t matter what the final result is, as long as you have had it before, it is enough. But I have such a whim that I want to melt into your bone marrow, and I am willing to be the cigarette in your hand. If you miss me at some point, please light me up and let your thoughts flow quietly around my world.
In the sea of ??love, maybe it was fate that you and I met each other. After nearly a year and a half, with your inadvertent smile, I came to you without hesitation and gently warmed you. You said that life is short, and you cannot leave some of your habits and stay with smoke in this life. You said that the past will eventually disperse like smoke, flowers will bloom and fall with the wind, and it is destined to be destroyed by destiny. The scenery along the way blooms in an instant and withers in an instant. You have become accustomed to its coming and going. You have no intention of leaving or leaving, just let the clouds roll and relax in the sky. You said that we will be at peace with each other when we are together and separated, but I will still be the cigarette in your hand in the next life. When I am depressed and miss me, please light me up and let me lie quietly in your arms and get drunk. Touch your face, let my tears of happiness linger on your fingertips, and turn to ashes without a trace of regret. Let me stay in love and accompany you in this life and the next. Heart-wrenching sad story 4
That night, the rain was not heavy, but the wind was blowing.
There were few pedestrians passing by in a hurry. I was walking on the wide road, facing the wind, holding an umbrella and swaying forward.
The whole afternoon, I don’t know how I got here.
At noon, several colleagues were having dinner together, and my mother called: My 10-year-old niece needs surgery due to acute appendicitis! I originally planned to do laparoscopy, which is less painful, but the doctor said that the instrument was broken and the child I was afraid of perforating my appendix and couldn't delay. I heard my mother's urgent tone on the phone and knew that she was scared. After some comfort, I rushed to the hospital immediately.
On the way, I called a friend at the hospital. He was the director of surgery. The operation happened to be over and he agreed to perform the surgery on his niece himself.
When I rushed to the hospital, my family had already completed the hospitalization procedures and were undergoing routine examinations. The operation started at 2:30.
On the way to the operating room, my niece suddenly started crying and refused to go into the operating room. No matter how she tried to persuade her, her mother, who was timid and heartbroken, had already cried so hard that she couldn't help but cry. My niece's tears and sweat flowed together, her hands were shaking, and she tried her best to hold on to my clothes. I discussed with my friend whether I could accompany my niece in and stay by her side. My friend hesitated for a moment and said: Yes.
The timid niece was coaxed in.
Change into isolation gown, mask, and hat, and follow the doctor into the operating room. It was the first time in my life that I came in. There was an operating bed in the middle of a small room with milky white floors and walls. It was very quiet! There were many medical instruments placed around it. My friend said: Look at this inconspicuous operating room, the equipment inside is of better value. Millions.
Under the encouragement and guidance of the doctor, my niece lay down on the operating table. I sat next to her head, holding her hand. Her little hand was still trembling. Her eyes were staring at me for help, and she kept saying "Auntie, you must not leave!" I said, "Okay, as long as you listen to the doctor's uncle, I promise not to leave." I kept encouraging her right next to her face.
The little body was curled up, and anesthesia was applied to the spine. I held her legs and hands in front of her. My niece complained of pain at first, and then she felt cold! During about 30 minutes of anesthesia and disinfection, I talked to the surgeon. My friend said: Do it well and I’ll treat you to dinner after the surgery. Other doctors and nurses also chatted. It turned out that in front of the painful patients, there were also fashionable clothes, stock market funds, homely knowledge, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
After the operation started, my niece was already half asleep. The doctor deftly covered the exposed skin with each piece of green sterile cloth. No one spoke, only the clanking sound of the instruments, the long straw sucking out bright red blood, and occasionally the smell of burnt flesh. I didn't dare to ask why, so I just held the child's hand. Time passed by minute by second. At this time, my mobile phone suddenly rang. I didn’t know why I had put the mobile phone in my pocket. It was difficult to take it out inside the isolation gown. I didn’t know how to deal with it for a moment. The anesthesiologist on the side said : "It's okay, just take it.
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It was a call from my employer. God, let’s go to hell with work at this time! After answering the phone, my palms were all sweaty!
About 30 minutes later, the abscessed appendix was removed. The nurse put it in a plastic bag and showed it to me. It was about five centimeters long, as thick as a little finger, and dark red in color. It was very hard when I pinched it. The doctor said that thanks to the timely surgery, it would be a big problem if it was delayed any longer.
< p> When I started to suture the incision, I suddenly remembered a medical incident: a patient's wound was not good after surgery for appendicitis. Later, a review revealed that there was leftover gauze inside!I have never dared to watch the operation process. I couldn't bear the pain, and I couldn't care less about the fear at the moment. I stretched my head towards the knife edge. The first layer of suture seemed to be membrane-like. I used a stitch to loosen a pair of surgical scissors, and then rinsed it with medicine. Skilled; the second layer is to suture the belly. My friend sews very carefully, like a woman doing embroidery. There are ten pieces of gauze, and the nurse counts them carefully and counts them! The whole operation takes about one hour.
When I came out of the operating room, I saw my family waiting at the door, and I shed tears of disappointment.
After I sent my niece to the ward, I went to arrange a treat for the evening.
I left the hotel. When I said goodbye to my friend, it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. It was a blurry night, it was raining, the wind was blowing, my legs were weak, my heart was shaking, and I was stumbling.
I was not afraid at the time!