Breakup Make Up Novels & Stories

my lips curved into a smile, it was the first time I would be smiling since I saw her doing what she shouldn't have done to me. I rubbed my palms together and laughed so hard until I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. “Oh my, no tears, baby! We can't have you ruining your makeup. I worked hard to get it done.” Kira scolded, grabbed my shoulders and forced me to stay still on the chair. “You can't have me ruin the make up” but you can ruin my life without thinking twice about how I was going to feel? I gulped down the rest of the question since I couldn't find it in me to bring the incident up. I wanted to make it a secret to take to my grave because it hurt so much mere thinking about it.

"I'm not talking about money. I'm talking about giving things that mattered to you. It's not my mistake, they're costly for you, which I never get why you think that." He shut me down with few words and all I could do was think about how to reply him. What happened to his words and actions of making up? What happened to- We never broke up. Never in our entire relationship. How would I know how we make up after a breakup? "It's too much," I whispered. "And I'm not your girlfriend." "Just take it. I want to do this. Don't think about money, think about the thought behind it. I just want to go back-"

"Annabeth, marry me. Please don't leave me again. I can't lose you." Tears soaked into my neck, making me shiver. "What's happening? She survived?" "Oh my God! No one has survived the Supreme Court in hundreds of years, but she did!" "Guys, I checked. She donated all of that bastard's money." "And her work as a streamer was only to make money fast so she could donate it to children in remote areas." "Oh my God, I finally understand why she only had 2,000 dollars left. You guys, I'm going to cry!"

It was also my fault too because I left without saying goodbye. When I get tired of crying, I wash my face and dry it using a white towel. After drying my face, I immediately took the makeup I needed to cover my face and my swollen eyes. I’m fixing my make up which is my expertise to cover up my broken self. He shouldn't see me when I'm too broken. Never! I look at my face several times in front of the mirror. When I'm sure that I am already okay, I smile a bit. I'm exposing my fake self to the mirror.

I quickly get dressed and do my basic make-up routine of liquid liner, mascara, and blush. I don’t use foundation anymore. My ex wanted me to always look put together, including a face full of make-up, but I always loved the random freckles I had. So, once I was free, I didn’t bother with all that make-up and decided to keep it light. I slowly started to feel like myself again. The fear of him finding me is the only thing holding me back from completely moving on, but small wins like my appearance seemed so huge.

Cassandra was the first to present and she spoke about making a make-up product that would wipe sorrow away from people's faces. As if makeup can wipe the sorrow in my life away. Since the theme of the product was makeup, she picked a sub-theme called wipe. " with the wipe, you can wipe the hurt and pain on your face from the world. This makeup product is called wipe because it wipes your fears, pain, heartache, and troubles. With a wipe, you can as well wipe the sadness off your face." When she finished speaking, they all clapped for her. I must admit that I was also impressed because I didn't expect her to be as smart as that.

Pride and gratitude, mixed with sadness and anger. The sadness and anger won out. “Then why doesn’t he ever call?” I asked bitterly. “There’s some pop psychologist who says that if you break up with someone, it’s like breaking a bone – you need to give it time to heal. For a relationship, it’s about six months.” I didn’t feel like I would ever heal. So far, only the chaos of my new job had been able to distract me from the pain… and then only during working hours. “So?”

Finally after crying for hour she stop, still sobbing lightly. "Lilly I'm sorry .I should tell you" , mia said in a apologetic tone sitting near her. "No its my fault", she said hiccuping. "Well its no one's fault ", I muttered passing her a jumpo pack of icecream . It's a best medicine for breakup. "My suggestion is let's go for a night out today to lighten your mood ". She look at me with her big Bambi eyes blinking innocently

She screamed pulling her hair before sobbing loudly in the ensuite. After an hour of having a series of breakdowns, she had her shower and sat in front of the dresser. She brought out her makeup kit, she needed to conceal her black eyes. Sadly; this was her life. After a breakdown, you have to pick yourself up, you never know when things will get better. She quickly applied her makeup as fast as she could, the makeup was not as perfect as she wanted, she wanted something that would hide that she ever cried but this was nothing to that.

Good thing I didn't make any sound 'cause they might freak out if I did so. Couple of minutes since they left, I decided to move out from my cage. I immediately saw my face on the mirror. Swollen red eyes and lips, messy hair and wet face. Good thing my make up was waterproof as well as my mascara. I gobbled an air as I finally settled myself. Numbers of sobs were escaping but I knew I was fine already. Maybe I just needed to rest or give myself a space and time to ponder. I knew I was hurt. I knew I was broken at this moment but I knew this wouldn't last... that wounds wouldnbe healed in a short span of time. Yet, I easily broke down into tears 'cause scars were still bleeding. I was not ye