I Remember When We Broke Up Novels & Stories

So hard that you could see my fingers on his face. "You deserve this." I spat at him. Marcus closed his eyes, "I'm so sorry." "No you are not." My eyes fleet towards my watch and I notice the time to be 4:30 PM. "I-I don't know how to make it upto you. How can I?" Marcus whispered frustrated. I looked at him shaking my head, "You can't. Because Marcus we are done. I am breaking up with you. And I hope I never see your face again..." I rose up dusting my pants, "I have a guy to hold onto right now."

"I carried you. You think I can't tell when something's wrong?" I sighed. "We just broke up." “He had someone else?"

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

Yet you promised me forever, and I believed you. I trusted your forever. Sent my heart with you to your dream. Hoped it would bring you back to me quickly. I didn’t feel it when you broke it for good. Not at first any ways. Not until I saw the proof. Felt the pieces scrape and tear as I reclaimed them. I knew then, and all I could do was walk away. I will never go back into your arms But can't stop thinking about The time when we were us Do you still remember the night on auditorium? Remember when things were new? How we both cried because everything we felt was too much? Did you know then that our time together was quickly counting down? That you would run away and never come back?

"I'm not okay. First it was the divorce." She paled at the mention of this and tightened her grip around me. "Bellamy and I broke up, Maya moved away and I went to a party yesterday and right now I do not have memories of what happened last night." I sobbed, holding on to her shirt like it was my life line. "You broke up with Bellamy?" She widened her eyes and pulled me in for a hug. "Yes, I told you before." I sniffled. "And I got wasted yesterday. I hate myself for that."

I've been honest with him, it was like that at first, but I sincerely love him now. "Don't call me again! We're breaking up!" I feel like I'm going to collapse now. We were just being intimate the last 5 minutes and are now breaking up? How is my future? I fought my mother, broke off my fiancé, gave myself up. And it's all over? Did someone deliberately put a bomb over my head? It feels like it will break.

His voice was strangely calm. “But I just did," My voice rose a bit to defend myself, before going down to settle at a lesser tone. "I just looked at you right now and also I hope you remember we not dating anymore. We broke up, so I am not your girlfriend Timi." I rolled my eyes starting to get irritated with him. Couldn’t he understand? Why doesn't he just want to let it go?

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

he says. Why does he have to make my life so much harder? Why does he keep saying these things to me? “But you should!” I snap, anger boiling up inside me. “You broke up with me. You have no right to come back and tell me you still care about me.” “I’m pretty sure you’re the one who broke up with me.” Spencer’s eyes focus hard on my face, and I shift on my feet, feeling mad and confused. Our breakup was so messy that it’s hard to remember all the details. I can’t exactly remember who broke up with who. It might have been my idea—in a moment of rage—but he didn’t fight me on it. That, I am certain of.

"We broke up some time ago." "Seven months." Summer said, "It's been seven months." "Ah. I didn't know." "I was waiting for you." She continued, "I heard you quit the band?" "Yeah." "I'm sorry." "It was a mutual decision." I replied as briefly as I could, "I wanted out too." "If you ever want to talk..." She started but I immediately cut her off, "I guess I'll see you around." Summer smiled as she walked away. I didn't want to continue talking to her. I was afraid of being vulnerable again. I really missed her. I wanted to talk more. I wanted to hear her voice more but we broke up and I know it's just... not right.