Break Up Texts For Her Novels & Stories

Her knee bumps mine playfully. “Oh honey, you look like you’ve been through absolute hell,” she says. Her voice carries that cheerful lilt that could brighten a funeral. She grabs both my hands. Her fingers are warm and firm and grounding. I nod. The lump in my throat starts to loosen under her steady gaze. She tilts her head. Her hazel eyes sparkle with curiosity. “Spill it. All of it.” I take a shaky breath. The words tumble out before I can stop them. “José and I broke up last night. It’s been coming for a while, but it’s really done now.”

I didn't let go, I couldn't let go of her she was hurting, and it hurt me that she was hurting. "Kat." She said in a soft tone. "Yeah?" I asked as I pulled out of the hug slightly to see her face. "I fucking loved him." She said as she broke down even more. "He's not worth your tears babe." I said as I pulled away from the hug and wiped away her tears.

"Naya said she is breaking up with me! She is the one I went to see! She said that she has someone else and doesn't want me anymore! Can you please get that through your head?" "What?”

Typed: *why* The three dots appeared for a long time. *because i cost you something i didn't know i was costing you, and i don't like owing people, and i owe you.* *you don't owe me anything* *i owe you a rematch, at least. clean this time. no surprises.* Dani looked up. Bri and Jess were both leaning in, reading over her shoulder without pretending not to. "He paid off your bet," Jess said, delighted. "That's insane. That's the most romantic insane thing I've ever heard."

she hissed and walked out, leaving me speechless. I stared at her retreating figure in disbelief, anger swirling in my chest, slowly I clenched my fist, and kicked the glass on the mini table, breaking it into a million pieces

--- Devon POV I pulled out her phone, my fingers moving before I could think too much and unlocked her phone. she's still easy to read. i searched for Alex and fortunately his name was saved just as Alex. I typed a message to him. “Hey, Alex, I want to break up. Your peanuts is too small for me, and I can no longer manage it. Go back to Colombia. I don’t need you anymore.”

pleasseeeee! She shoved her phone toward me. I scowled. Was I not loud enough? Or was selective hearing her problem? "Ahem....!" I cleared my throat before speaking slowly. "Until you're ready for heartbreak, don't approach him," I repeated, smiling sweetly. She pouted like a kid who could denied of candy "I am ready for heartbreak, she said dramatically. "My ex broke up with me a week ago. I was disappointed in him for being so cold and then disappointed in myself for not even being able to cry."

She picked it up and received a single text. “Done.”

“Yesterday, I wanted to break up with you. I wanted to do it over text, too. I composed the text I was going to send you.” I closed my eyes, breathing slowly. “But I thought I should do it in person.” “What are you saying, Vera?” Hunter asked desperately. “I’m saying, I’m breaking up with you,” I replied. Hunter’s eye grew heavy. “Vera—” But I shook my head. “My mind's made up, Hunter.”

“You… you need to leave me alone.” Her words hit me like a physical blow. I pulled back slightly, confused and hurt battling for dominance. “What? What are you talking about? Tamara, you’re not making any sense.” She shook her head weakly, tears spilling down her cheeks. “No… I’m serious. You need to go. We… we need to break up.” It felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I stared at her, unable to process what she was saying. “Break up?” I echoed, my voice cracking. “Tamara, why? Why are you saying this?”