Breakup To Bliss Novels & Stories

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

Shawn glanced back at me, reluctant to leave, but soon they disappeared into the night. Now it was just Titus and me, alone in the steamy water. He could no longer contain himself. Closing the gap between us, he pressed me firmly against him, his voice low and desperate. "They're gone. You can…" Whatever he said was drowned out by the sound of the water. I gave in, letting my guard fall as I leaned closer to him. For the first time since my breakup, I allowed myself to feel truly alive. That night, I let go of everything and indulged in the fleeting bliss of the moment.

Blake said gently. “Honestly, I’m kind of glad we saw her today.” “What?! Why would you say that?” I asked, irritated. “Because,” he said, “it made me happy to see that our breakup still gets to you.” “Are you being serious right now, Blake?” I rolled my eyes. “Hey, calm down. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just starving. And I could really use some… dessert.” “Yeah? Why don’t you stop at some pub or call up a one night stand then?” I snapped.

Standing, I walk to my vanity and pick up my earrings before putting them on. Camila won’t relent so easily; she knows me too well. “I know it must be hard for you to see Beau again after your breakup, but trust me, it will get easier with time.” “Or,” I counter. “In time, he will remember how much he loves me, and we can be together again.” “Is that what you really want?” “Yes, why would you ask me that?” I lock eyes with her through the mirror and arch my brow. “You broke up with him because you believed it would be better to be apart. Maybe you should be grateful that he doesn’t love you anymore. It makes the situation easier.”

Ashley POV It's been three weeks since Kevyn and I broke up. I admit that it wasn't easy for me, every day that passed I was killed by the pain but it was necessary to be strong for myself. It's hard that I used to be with him all the time but now I'm alone. But maybe that's how life really is, if you're not meant for each other, fate will make you separate even in a painful way.

In my head, I’m holding a whip, and Blake is in rags, chained and bloody as he kneels before me, begging for mercy, my dazzling white dress is now black, maybe to celebrate his funeral. “Screw you!” I yell and down my fourth shot. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand, trying to convince myself that he’s not worth it. In his words, we’re not sexually compatible. “Fucker.” I chuckle, realizing how ridiculous and selfish he was. I signal for the bartender to bring another shot. This is one of those times I spend money on myself without calculating every penny. She slips the glass over and I take it. My fingers circle the rim, and my mind slowly drifts to the breakup.

The grief that once consumed me was gone, instead replaced by a strange sense of peace. Then, my father suddenly looked up, almost like he could see me. He broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Adeline… my sweetheart… is it really you? Did you see it? We did it. We made her pay. Can you ever forgive us?" My mother crawled up from the floor, tears streaming down her face as she reached toward me. "Adeline, you came back to see me, didn't you? I miss you so much. In the next life, please come back as my daughter again. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll love you the way I should have this time."

Love, no matter how deep, can't always withstand the slow erosion of time. When another woman entered his world, I became invisible. In his mind, nothing was his fault. Everything was mine. He even believed he was the one who had suffered. But what he never realized was that his constant bias, his indifference, and his neglect had worn me down. I was too tired to keep trying. Too unsure to keep hoping. The hundredth breakup was the last—because this time, I truly didn't want him anymore. I straightened my back, forcing steadiness into my voice. "Since we've broken up, it's only right that I return what's yours."

and smashed his lips against hers. . . . . From hating someone from their hearts, their love was even grander than they could imagine that the hatred vanished in front of it. Sometimes saying ‘I love you actually didn’t seem enough to tell how much they loved each other. But maybe their eyes could speak a language of their own. His life was no longer his, and she couldn’t live a life without him. They were too good for each other but very bad for everyone else. But despite 100 problems all they needed was just that one reason to be with each other. This bliss was inevitable. The truth they couldn’t run away from. Maybe they even hated each other just to fall in love with each other….cause

Resolution is not only about reaching, adding, and reaching, but also about letting go, reducing, and letting go. I - I have to myself - belief, that after a broken heart, there is always a better love. I hope, that I will continue to be happy like you are now, who is still smiling – happy – even without me. Finally, I passed New Year's Eve with an extraordinarily happy heart; relieved. Dear me, even though you are sweating, falling, and falling, look now you have healed back into a strong woman. She tucked in prayers at the end of a beautiful year, bursting with fireworks in a star-studded sky. The universe approves.