Messages Of Break Up Novels & Stories

I asked him and he gasped. “Are you all waiting for us to break up ? It won't be happening because we are deeply in love with each other.” he said and we spoke for a while. It wasn't also about her family. I was thinking so deeply then I got a series of messages from an unknown number. I made sure that it wasn't a virus before I clicked on the message. I read everything and the smile dropped from my face. My blood turned cold and I felt a tear slip done my eye.

Ethan's POV I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see who was messaging me. To my surprise, I saw the message was from Ava. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of excitement as I opened the message. From: Ava Liam, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I had to break up with your brother. I've realized that I'm in love with you, and I can't stop thinking about you. I feel like we're meant to be together. I know this might be a lot to take in, but I had to tell you how I feel.

There’s the idea of a new ending on her mind that she can’t put it in writing. She’s constantly checking her phone. It’s been four hours since they talked and he hasn’t sent even a single follow up message. The agony of waiting is not only real but harder than she thought. But this agony completely vanished by just one message that said, “Good night.” The following morning, the message went, “Good morning.” There’s been a series of simple but consistent messages that keeps her going until it doesn’t. The short, regular messages that don’t need require much thinking suddenly stopped and they proved to be hurtful for they led her to some expectations.

“I’m ready… right now.” He laughed—short, humorless. “Too late.” Music surged again, louder this time. Someone bumped into him; I heard a girl’s voice nearby. “So this is it?” I asked, my voice barely holding. “You’re breaking up with me over the phone—from a club?” “I’m done,” he repeated, colder now. “Don’t call me again.” The line went dead. I stared at my phone, waiting for it to light up again. Waiting for anything. An apology. Anything. For Mike to call back and say that this was all a joke.

The phone buzzes again. Lily: Noah answer me. I know you’re on your phone. Something in me snaps. I grab the phone, thumbs moving before I can talk myself out of it. Me: Lily, we’re done. I should’ve said it sooner. I’m sorry. The message sends. My stomach drops. It feels like a punch to the gut, breaking up over text. I hate myself for it. But I also feel… relieved. Like I’ve been holding my breath for months and finally let it out.

Real estate was a cutthroat industry, and as a newbie, she had to work twice as hard to catch up. Just as she was finishing up, a message popped up. It was from Joseph. "Aurora, a breakup should be clean. Return all the gifts I gave you." He attached a list of items. Everything from necklaces to slippers—he even included the ten dollars deal from a fast-food promo. When she didn’t respond, he sent another message: "I’m giving you three days. Since you think so highly of yourself, you wouldn’t want me to look down on you!"

I don’t want to mess you up too. So… I think it’s best if we take a step back. I think we need to stay away from each other. Just for a while. I stared at the message. My thumb hovered. Then I hit Send. The moment it disappeared from my screen, I broke. Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them. My chest heaved with silent sobs as I pressed my hands to my face, as if that would keep me from falling apart. The sobs were silent at first.

That was all it took, just that one moment. The message was short, too short, the kind that didn’t leave room for interpretation but still didn’t make sense. A breakup text. No explanation, no argument leading up to it, nothing that matched what we had. I read it once, then again, slower this time, like maybe I had misunderstood something, but the words didn’t change and the meaning stayed the same. It didn’t sit right. Not after last night. Not after him.

Giselle quickly interrupted and said, "I know what you mean. You should stop reminiscing about the past for now." The viewers started leaving comments in the chat box. "I know what Madam means. Madam's concerned that the more she thinks about those good memories, the more she doesn't want to break up." "Miss, you should know that our go-to advice is always choosing break up over reconciliation. Do you really believe that he games without talking to her through the mic?" "There's no need to continue being with him. Since the thought of breaking up with him has already crossed your mind, it means that these things bother you.

One "I can't do this anymore, Nova. I'm breaking up with you." I exit the messaging app, delete it from my activity log, then reopen it to read again. The same words reflect on my screen. That's it. That's the whole message. He's going to break up with me through text. Three years with him, and all I get is a text with fewer than twenty words. I wish we didn't have to break up, but I'd already accepted the fact long ago. What I will not accept, though, is this flimsy excuse for a message. I deserve more than a less than twenty-word text for putting up with him so long.