Breakup Sayings For Her Novels & Stories

She wasn’t sure what to say, “I-I, I didn’t,” “It doesn’t matter!” I grabbed my hair in frustration, “It’s done!” I took a step away from her, “It’s done…” I took a few more steps away, “He’s lost forever now.” I stopped and glared at her, “And I can’t deal with the fact that you were the cause of it.” She looked back at me in disbelief, “What are you…?” “I’m breaking up with you.” I told her, “T-this,” I shook my head, “I thought I could deal with you but this.” I gulped, “No…”

“Girls like that don’t come along often. But she was clearly never meant to be mine, fate proved that twice. And I’m happy for you guys, honestly. You deserve someone great, and so does she. You’re good together.” “Appreciate that.” I nod, taking another sip of my drink and swallowing it down. “She told me what you said, you know. When she broke things off, how you took it on the chin. And about the real reason why you wouldn’t let me out of that bet.”

"We had been together for two years, and everything seemed perfect. But lately, we've been having more disagreements and misunderstandings. Last night, we had an argument, and he told me he couldn't handle the relationship anymore. He said he needed time to figure things out on his own." Emma placed a gentle hand on Sarah's shoulder, a silent gesture of support. "I can't imagine how much pain you're feeling right now, Sarah. Breakups are never easy- I remember what I went through the other time, I almost died of a heart attack. But please remember that we're here for you. You don't have to face this alone."

I wanted to ask but I chose to keep my mouth shut. “I’m sorry again.” She opened the door. “I’ll just go back.” I heard her say, not looking at me. How can I end things like this? I can’t. “No.” I managed to say. “Don’t come back.” Which made her stop. I don’t know how to say this. I don’t even want to say it. “I’m breaking up with you.” My heart was shattered into pieces, saying those five words to her face. “I’m sorry.” She did not think twice and left.

I feel noble and inspirational, like Helen Mirren or Michelle Obama. “Let me say one thing to you,” I begin. “Woman to woman. Professional to professional. Human being to human being.” My eyes fix on hers intently. “Don’t let a breakup ruin your life.” I feel so galvanized. I feel so sure of myself. I’m burning with my message. “You’re strong.” I tick off on my fingers. “You’re independent. You have your own life, and you don’t need him. OK?” I wait until she whispers, “OK.”

I stay silent still pondering on his words. "If it makes you feel any better, I broke up with her after you left." He says with a shrug amd I'm like seriously? "Really? You broke up after I left? Wow thats so great. So it took me leaving to get you to see straight. That's amazing, how about we forget about everything and become good friends again?" I say sarcastically. "Really?"

I stared at her. “Why?” My voice cracked slightly. I hated that it did. She didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze stayed fixed on some invisible point between us. Finally, she said quietly, “Whether we break up now or later doesn’t make any difference.” I frowned. “What?” “We’ll end up breaking up anyway.” For a second, I just looked at her. Then a bitter laugh escaped my chest. “That’s your reason?” I grabbed her hand before she could pull away. My grip tightened instinctively.

I felt as if someone had punched the air out of my lungs after hearing those words. What the fuck was she saying? Pushing her against the wall and caging her between my arms, I looked her dead in the eyes and said through gritted teeth. “Say it again.” “Let's break up; I don't want to be the other woman. Let me go,” she said, letting out a shaky breath. Her voice sounded tired, like someone who had given up, and she tried to take a step back. She wanted to keep a distance from me.

If it's meant to be, hopefully, they will find their ways back to each other. "You shouldn't think about it, you know. You will get over it soon. " I drape a hand around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her and she laughs. "Of course, I will. His fucking loss for leaving. I will find better men than him. Now that I think about it, being with him was holding me down; being alone gives me the freedom to take more cocks. " I shake my head at her words with a small laugh. I know she's only trying to mask her distress, and hurt with those words. She's truly torn from the breakup, and it's understandable.

"This is hard for me let's just get it over with please." I take deep breaths and stare up, I don't want to cry. "Can I just have this last moment before you break things up." Her brows arch like she's confused or something. "Break things up?" "Yeah. Isn't that what you're here for?" "What are you saying?" She steps closer. Why is she acting ignorant? "The breakup message you sent to me?" "Breakup message?" Her nostrils flare up, now she's mad. "I didn't send any break-up message. You were the one who broke up with me."