Nothing about this case seemed immediately out of the ordinary, as sad as that fact might be, but something about it bothered him.
I send her a sad smile and she squeezes my fingers.
But when she chanced a look back, she thought he looked sad, almost close to tears.
And just why was I seeing a sad schoolgirl in my bath anyway?
It made me sad to think Mama might have been having a hard time herself.
She cried about everything, when she was mad, when she was sad, when her muscles became so tense from her inability to do something that she felt like her bones would shatter.
At first, she looked kinda happy, then a little sad, for some reason.
I turn ever so slowly and there she is, my homely sad coed.
His brown eyes looked sad, but then they always did.
Sure made me sad, thinking about somebody reading that and starting to worry real bad.
