Breakup Make Up Novels & Stories

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

I wait until she whispers, “OK.” “We’ve all had breakups.” I raise my voice to take in the whole room. “The answer isn’t to cry. The answer isn’t to eat chocolate or plot revenge. You need to move on. Every time I’ve had a breakup, do you know what I’ve done? I’ve taken my life in a new direction. I’ve found myself an exciting new project. I’ve changed my look. I’ve moved house. Because I’m in charge of my life, thank you.” I pound my fist in my palm. “Not some guy who can’t even do a smoky eye.”

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!"

She would get time to work on herself and get a distraction from all the drama. She sat down on the chair in front of the dresser and took out her makeup kit from the suitcase. Eden remembered what Grace had taught her. First, she needed to color correct the bruised area. The bruise was bluish, so she used green and yellow concealer to neutralize the appearance. Then, Eden applied a thick layer of foundation with the same shade as her skin tone. She used another concealer, also the same shade as her skin, and applied it over the foundation to remove any part of the bruise that was still visible. After that, she used a setting spray to help the make-up stay intact during the day. She finished

I knew she was trying to make more effort to make me feel good considering what had happened today, and I appreciated it. “Now for make-up. I’ll keep it simple hun in case you cry ok?” she said gently, she wrapped her arms round my neck to give me a hug and I knew what she was saying made sense, though I hope I would be able to hold back any tears until I was on my own tonight, I nod. She kisses my cheek as she stands. I sit while she puts a light cover of make up on my face, doing as she said keeping it basic, a light grey eyeshadow, smoky eyeliner and plenty of waterproof mascara just in case. I looked in the mirror when she’d done and I was amazed at how I looked, nobody would be able to

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.