Novel & Cerita Breakup Make Up

Her cheeks were filled with runny mascara stains and her eyes were puffy. Taking out the cotton pads, I damped them with makeup remover and cleaned her face. Breakouts are the last thing she would want after heartbreak. Priorities! Addy was so drunk, her eyes were heavy and she had to squint them to even focus on me. She slurred in pain, "You know what, Dee? Do not ever fall in love. It hurts." Her chin wobbled, "It hurts so fucking bad."

I know it’s not easy to write about such a topic, but I received some truly fantastic and entertaining submissions—more than I was able to post, so I want to thank you all! Everyone stay at it and don’t get discouraged by a few halfwits and Gloomy Garys here and there. And when you have that breakup that seems to knock you off your rocker: drink a few margaritas (with extra salt), rent a couple corny, syrupy romance movies, have some ice cream, go buy some wine and get back on your feet! Oh… and read my blog if you need some clueless oaf to laugh at for a moment. But most of all, don’t forget that you’re all wonderful.

Cassius comforted him. "Makenzie, how are you at the music company? When the time comes for the concert again, I will definitely return home to support you." Makenzie shook her head helplessly, "Something has happened, maybe our team will be disbanded." Regarding this matter, Makenzie and Reese had talked to each other last night. Seems like after the poison incident, the relationship between them in the female group had been broken, and there was no use in trying to salvage the situation.

I asked to her. “NO…No…It’s not like that. He just want to…,” she stuttered. She had no answer to it. I don’t know but doing make up was making me nervous all of a sudden. It was making me lose my confidence. For some people make up work as the perfect concealer for happiness while for some it feels…kinda strange and uncomfortable. “No…dear. Don’t get hopeless. It’s nothing like that. He just wanted to make you feel great. If you are uncomfortable with it, you can still get on your comfort zone,” she said.

With a smile on my face, I said, "How could you tell? I've got such thick makeup on." "Although you have thick makeup on, you have a really pure gaze. Us artists are best at identifying the nature of someone through their appearance. "Of course, your beauty will remain the same no matter what makeup you have on." What he said touched me deeply. When I was with Tyler, he said that he liked it when I had thick makeup on. Light makeup made him disinterested, and he wouldn't allow me to go barefaced. He would call me ugly, albeit in an indirect way.

"We were only boyfriends and girlfriends, not fated mates. There isn't any complicated process to break up." "No! Who said we already broke up? I didn't agree to it. I won't allow you to break up with me," William said. "A mating ceremony requires mutual consent, and severing a mate bond requires mutual rejection. However, breaking up can be done unilaterally. There's no need for you to agree to it!" I said, looking at him coldly.

“Not everyone believes that!. No one has been able to give me a break! Alan this! Alan that! He and I broke up 2 weeks ago but I always feel like it’s yesterday because of the way everyone keeps reminding me!.” “It’s okay to feel dejected after a breakup especially if you loved him but that doesn’t mean you should put yourself down! You are perfect the way you are.” I scoffed. “Perfect? I wish so. I look like a vampire with my eyes bloodshot and puffy?.” “Yeah you do look ugly..” She replied cheekily. “Hey!.” I interjected giving her a little blow. Dara chuckled withdrawing. “Oh come on, you are like my only friend here, where does it say that I can’t taunt you?.”

The guard, with a heavy heart, replied, "I don't know, ma'am. It's just seeing Emma, dear. She didn't seem good at all." Meanwhile, Emma, overcome by emotions, slid down to sit on the cold studio floor, sending shivers through her satin attire. Her once-perfect makeup now painted a poignant picture as mascara, eyeliner, and kohl mingled with her tears. Despite her attempts to wipe away the evidence of her emotional turmoil, the relentless flow of tears persisted. The realization that she had inadvertently shattered her best friend's heart weighed on her, tearing her apart from the inside. The shattered makeup mirrored the fragments of her own conflicted emotions.

With one mistake… we shattered into pieces. For years that we were together, we were used to each other’s company. Sleep in the same apartment, celebrated special days together, build dreams together, and now that we broke up, how can I get back to my old self? In that three days, I was trying to find my old self. I asked myself what are the things I do before I met him so I could do those things again now that he is now out of my life. It was hard. It was just three days since we broke up but I could say that it was really damn hard for me. How much more in the upcoming days?

I opened his message and my smile faded. From: Baby ‘Stop calling. Leave me alone! It's over between us.’ My eyes are watering again, and I cried my heart out. Why is he doing this to me? Did I do something wrong? I gave it my all! Is it not enough? I picked up my phone and typed. To: Baby 'Why are you breaking up with me? Did I do something wrong? Am I missing out on something?'