Break Up Letters Novels & Stories

** Harper’s POV ** “You will break,” she says softly. “In small ways. That’s what growing up feels like. Pieces of you have to break off to reveal the version of you that you’re meant to be.” I swallow hard, blinking back the tears. “What if I don’t like the version that comes next?” “Then you forgive her, because she’s doing the best she can, and you hold on to the people who remind you who you are underneath the chaos,” she whispers.

She reacted to the video with the emoji of a middle finger raised in the air, as if to say fuck you! When Tessa Walker first broke up with me back at Toland High School, I promised myself I would make her pay, and regret ever leaving me for a random new guy who had joined Toland High just days earlier. Now I was hearing that they had broken up and that she was coming to Elitis High, perhaps to reclaim what she had once thrown away. My eyes darted to a figure standing beside me. “So it was you,” she said with teary eyes. “You’re behind this,” she whispered.

After Miriam leaves, Jessa makes a call. ' hey mate, let the game start!' Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

“Why don’t we… just work now?” Myron placed a hand on the back of my chair. “Anything you want, moonlight.” Timothy’s fingers snapped his pen in half. I jumped, startled. He cursed under his breath and tossed the broken pen aside. “Sorry,” he muttered, voice sounding like two stones grinding together. I swallowed hard and opened my laptop. This was going to be a long week.

Grace looked at her with contempt, making Harry uncomfortable with both of them at the same time. "Well, I don't want arguments and even less at breakfast time, have you had breakfast? Or would you rather I tell Genesis to bring you a dish?" "Thank you, my love, I haven't had breakfast, it will be a pleasure to join you." Harry calls Genesis to bring a plate of fruits and protein to Grace, who starts talking like crazy, leaving them with a pending conversation, and it wasn't just for breakfast time, he did it almost all morning, harry had some specific hours of therapy and medication delivery and for his brain not to suffer consequences he had to do it by obligation.

Even if it meant, leaving the person I really couldn’t live without. I wiped the tears falling from my eyes and sat right up, taking a piece of paper and a pen out of my bag. Since I know that I couldn’t bear to see Knight in person, I’m going to break up with him through a letter. I don’t want to call him because he would just hear my weak, crying voice. I don’t want that. I took a deep breath and began writing the first break up message I have ever made in my whole life. This time, he is not breaking up with me. I am.

Reiya: Turn to the last few pages of that book and you will notice something. I opened the book and started surfing the last few pages of the book and to my surprise there really was something in the book. A page torn in half and in the half that was still attached to the book were three letters that ended at the torn part and seem to have no connection to everything that I have learned up to date. Those letters were ''NEA-''

"I've never seen someone this vile. Scamming her boyfriend was bad enough, and now she's doing racy streams to rake in money. You make so much every day. Have you ever done a single decent thing with it?" I hadn't finished reading when a sudden stench hit me. Landon Schmidt was clinging to my leg, crying uncontrollably. Right before his filthy face was about to rub against my skirt, I kicked him away. "Annabeth, I miss you. I really do," he cried. "Even knowing you lied to me, I still love you. Can we start over? Let's forget everything that happened." I stood a short distance away, watching him calmly. My face was filled with disgust and contempt.

I should’ve braced harder. But I didn’t. My hands opened the paper. And then the world stopped. "That’s..." My breath vanished. My voice cracked. My entire chest caved in. "Shit!" Renato cursed, banging his fist on the steering wheel. My vision blurred. My hands were shaking, fingers crumpling the photo I couldn't look away from. My sister's and Curtis' face stared back at me—wide-eyed, innocent, a familiar tilt to her smile. “Please don’t fall apart,” Renato said. But it was too late, I was already breaking inside.