I Remember When We Broke Up Novels & Stories

I spoke softly as I dragged my feet out of the club hideout. As soon as I closed the door, tears fell down. I would be lying if I say that it doesn’t hurt because it hurts so much. Out of all the breakups I’ve ever went through, this has to be the hardest to go through. I’ve programmed inside my brain that Jervic would be the last man in my life. I have always imagined how we would grow our kids and grow old together. But now, it’s ruined. We broke up. I harshly wiped my tears and ran to my locker. It’s a good thing I have my bangs on, so my red eyes won’t be that obvious.

Tracy added. “So the next day why didn’t you say anything much.” “Maybe because I was struggling to remain alive. I was drunk and maybe high too. I don’t know, Angel was the one who told me she would help me forget everything. I have barely there memories of you coming around when I slept it off. You made the news of our break up being official when you didn’t come back and you were all over the magazines being seen in various stages of sex so I got the news clearly. You were done with me.”

"Vicky, is this how you should behave in front of your kidnapper?" It was at this moment that Vicky remembered she had broken up with Tyler, so she erased all joy on her face. "Tyler, we've broken up, so can you stop bothering me?"

"I was thinking about our break up." She says turning her full body to look at me. "You said I ended things between us and that's not how I remember things going down." She says and I sigh. It's crazy that I'm the villain in every story that she remembers. Every time I heard her or any of her friends talk about our relationship I was the one that did her wrong. I'm the one who was dating multiple girls and flaunting them in her face. When in actuality...

notification glowing back at me like a small, deliberate crack in whatever wall he'd been keeping up since the breakup. I sat cross-legged on my bed that evening, scrolling through old photos I told myself I wasn't looking at on purpose, stopping on one from over a year ago, Jace and me at some team banquet, both of us laughing at something I couldn't even remember anymore. Back then things had felt so easy, so certain, before everything had fallen apart between us and he'd moved on to someone who apparently made him feel things I never quite managed to reach. Bri walked in from the bathroom, toweling her hair dry, immediately catching the particular way I was hunched over my phone. "You're

GABE - Ten years ago It was just after the New Year and I was laying in my room, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts I couldn’t escape. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Mila–her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she was excited, and the way she looked at me when she thought I was looking. Then the memory was darkened by the way she looked at me that day I broke up with her at school. The memory played on a loop in my head until it was impossible to think of anything else.

It was all just way too much and I was going to have to prioritise. Running was the first to go. "You know why we broke up, right?" I asked, glaring at him as the memories of our messy breakup came flooding back. "We didn’t officially break up, if I remember correctly," he replied with a shrug, his casual tone grating on my nerves.

"Forever." Now, with lips tainted by that same flower, he had just drunk the poison that would end our "forever." The sweet memory was a cruel contrast to the betrayal before me. "Evelyn?" Austen's voice pulled me back to reality. "What's wrong? Your eyes are red." "The wind," I said, lowering my gaze to hide my emotions. "I'm going back to my room to rest. I've been tired lately." "I'll walk you," he offered.

She came back with a cup. “Here coffee” I took a sip of it immediately. Like she know I was thirsty. She crashed next to me. “So when was the last time we came to my house in the night” “Let’s see. It was the day we broke up for the first time” “Broke up?” she repeated. “Did we? I thought I left” “Isn’t that the same as us breaking up. We didn't get in touch with each other for like how many months” I remembered how angry I was at that time. I was angry at her for leaving me just like that. How time flies.

As her footsteps led her to the usual place, she started hesitating. “I’m sorry.” “You don’t deserve me. Sorry, but I cannot love you anymore the way we used to be.” The memories flashes back and felt like yesterday, she stood in front of the spot where the two of them broke up, tears just burst as the scenery was play to vivid. Why do I have to this same moment once again?