I Remember When We Broke Up Novels & Stories

Why now? In my dream Mark was yelling at me. I couldn't make out his words completely but I could tell they hurt me. I realized it was a memory. My mind was replaying the night we had broken up for good. Why was I remembering this? "Why do you always ask me the dumbest shit?" He yelled at me. I felt a lump in my throat as tears started to fall. I didn't want to relive this. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Is that possible? Our company's main branch is there. You know I wouldn't have come here if Dad hadn't gotten sick." "I know, I just thought you wouldn't come back," I promise. "How can't I go back if my fiance is waiting for me," "May I remind you that we already broke up? You didn't even call me for almost a month." I said I was full of resentment. "We didn't break up, cool-off is different from the breakup, okay? And one more thing, I used that time to finish the projects here, but I know what's going on with you there and I know what you're doing."

Suddenly remembering a problem, I quickly said, "You just wait for me outside the car, I'll go there, you don't have to get out of your car." “Is that okay?” Matthew asked again. "It's okay, I'll tell everyone." I forgot to tell everyone about Matthew's legs before, but it was not too late to tell them now. All of a sudden I felt like I really was an idiot, if I had asked someone else to pretend to be my lover instead of Matthew. Everything would be easier. Anyway, breaking up was normal, I said to Venn that we broke up later. Besides, there are countless other reasons that could be an excuse to move out, but I didn't think of it, I was really too stupid.

I take a glance at her and then shift my attention back to my laptop. "Why do you look like that, what happened?" I ask "We broke up," She admits, her voice sinking into sadness. I can't help but roll my eyes. It's like a broken record with them, breaking up every two weeks. "I can't believe we broke up," Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried a hint of sadness as she spoke. I could see the weight of her emotions as she sat on the edge of the bed, seeking solace in the quiet of the room. It's difficult to fathom, but their relationship seems to go through a cycle of breaking up and getting back together every two weeks.

"I never broke up with you, Claudia." "But for God's sake, it's clear you need psychological help!," she said, slapping her palms to her sides. "Or is it that you have temporary amnesia? Well, if so, I remind you. You told me a thousand things; that I didn't prefer you, that you didn't want to see me, and I don't know what the hell you said as if I didn't know what happened. And finally you broke up with me!" "I never did that," I asserted.

My hand froze as I brought it to my lip, the blankness in my head giving place to memories that had been elusive. My gaze jerked to Ethan. "Riven... You said Riven would be here once he took care of the situation back home... What's going on, why hasn't called yet... when is he going to get here" Ethan frowned. "What are you talking about? You and Riven broke up ages ago" I stared at him, then blinked. "What? What break up? You literally told me yesterday that I could call him on your phone today... What do you mean we broke up ages ago"

Not even a year into our relationship, I got pregnant. Angrily, I pushed the plate away and propped my elbows on the table then covered my face. Two months since we broke up and I still did not forget about him. I knew he had forgotten me somehow because most nights, I wished I could wake up to a missed call or a text from him, telling me he wanted us back together.

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.

He explains as he takes another sip from his water bottle. "You do remember that Amelia and I broke up for a while in the beginning. And we've had some really rocky patches in the years since" I remind him in an attempt to make him feel better. He gives me a half smile. "Yeah I remember. It was interesting to watch you go through all of that. Calling her practically everyday to tell her that you loved her while also simmering in misery about how she would never come back to you" Max recalls. Those were dark days, four months felt like a lifetime in the worst possible way.

We were always so loving, but little did they know, I was ready to walk away from the relationship at the drop of a hat. When I saw two of the exact same items sitting in Ian’s shopping cart and delivered to two different addresses, I knew that it was time to drop the charade.