Novel & Cerita Breakup Make Up

“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?'

That small, fleeting act of compromise was enough to momentarily fill the cracks in her already broken heart. She finished her breakfast in silence before cleaning up the dishes. Afterward, she returned to her room to get ready for work. She curled her hair, applied light makeup, and put on her uniform. And when she walked out the door, she did so with a smile—like she hadn’t spent the early hours of the morning crying over a husband who would never love her back.

She reached out to me right away. “Ian didn’t mean it, Naomi. You took things too far today, so he brought Roxy home to get on your nerves. “Men need to be handled gently. You have to butter him up a little and say you’re sorry. You’ll have him wrapped around your finger.” Ian’s mother, Bethany, had a habit of giving me unsolicited advice. She frequently sent me content about being a traditional wife, but I never bothered to watch the videos. “Ian and I have broken up, Bethany. Please don’t contact me again,” I typed back.

“Y-you what?” “I told him no,” Bryce said, voice firm now but still calm—no raised volume, just unyielding certainty. “A bond is not something to discard in a moment of pride or anger. It is not weakness. And it is not optional.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, his presence filling the space without crowding me. “You are his mate, Sarah. The bond was formed the moment you agreed to it. Hunter may have lost his temper last night—God knows, I’ve seen him snap before—but I will not allow him to throw that away like it’s nothing.”

he wiped away my tears, kissing my forehead. "My make is ruined, isn't it?" I sniffed and he chuckled. "Yeah, we need to call them back and fix you up again. I will be back in a few." he kissed my forehead one more time and then left. A few minutes later he came back with the makeup artist who looked at me in horror. Was the damage that bad? "Oh no! This is going to take forever to fix and the wedding has already started and---" she was now panicking. I should be the one panicking!

“Like, we’re over this dating thing, it’s fine, we’re both moving on with actual relationships that we feel good about, what’s in the past is in the past?” I winced. “Why does this feel like a break up?” She smiled. “Because it is. But without the crying and the ice cream and the--” “Break up sex?” I offered. She looked confused. “You mean make up sex?” “No,” I grinned. “Break up sex.” She looked even more confused, then laughed. “What the hell is break up sex?” “You know… like, there’s make up sex, but then there’s break up sex. Like you have it out one last time before you go your separate ways.”