Romans & histoires Rebound After Break Up

Rebecca's POV It has been a month since Carlos and I broke up. The break-up left me completely broken, and I don’t think I can bear it anymore. Carlos was my soul mate and my source of strength. Being without him completely devastates me. I have been so terrible and in a bad mood. I wish that I could finish the semester, so I can go home and just forget about all this for a while. At least at home I will be with my family, and it will distract me somehow.

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

"After a breakup, that makes sense." "Yes," Maya says, and allows the lie to be kind. Because that is the best cover story of all. Heartbreak explains everything. Weight loss. New habits. Cash withdrawals. Self-defense classes. Storage units. Quiet. Lists. No one looks at a woman after a breakup and thinks, she is preparing for engineered viral collapse. They think, good for her, she's getting her life together. Maya lets them.

"And why are we standing like this for so long? People might think we are weird. Let's go find a seat." But before I could walk towards an open table Kai stopped me and pointed, "Hey dude look, aren't those girls cute? Let's go sit next to them and see if it goes anywhere." I looked at him an annoyance, "Are you serious dude, right after a break up for me?" "As a rebound, duh." he said trying to convince me.

With one mistake… we shattered into pieces. For years that we were together, we were used to each other’s company. Sleep in the same apartment, celebrated special days together, build dreams together, and now that we broke up, how can I get back to my old self? In that three days, I was trying to find my old self. I asked myself what are the things I do before I met him so I could do those things again now that he is now out of my life. It was hard. It was just three days since we broke up but I could say that it was really damn hard for me. How much more in the upcoming days?

Pride and gratitude, mixed with sadness and anger. The sadness and anger won out. “Then why doesn’t he ever call?” I asked bitterly. “There’s some pop psychologist who says that if you break up with someone, it’s like breaking a bone – you need to give it time to heal. For a relationship, it’s about six months.” I didn’t feel like I would ever heal. So far, only the chaos of my new job had been able to distract me from the pain… and then only during working hours. “So?”

You guys assured me every man is fine with being used for rebound sex. TEAGAN: Probably because he’s a nice guy. Like JB. You’re still recovering from a breakup. A nice guy wouldn’t be able to take advantage of that. In which case, you probably have to actually say the words, I WANT TO USE YOUR BODY FOR REBOUND SEX, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. BELLA: Sadly, I think T’s right. You might need to say the actual words. I groaned aloud, certain I would never be able to say such words to anyone.

Perhaps, only by doing so, could we find a balance between us and reignite the spark in our lives. With determination silently formed, I hoped that tomorrow's meeting would bring a glimmer of new hope to our relationship, allowing us to rediscover the initial beauty we once shared.

she continued screaming at me. "Zac has cancer! He doesn't have much longer to live. Every day that passes is one less day I'll get to see him." Lynette's principles had long since fallen out of alignment with mine. At that moment, it finally hit me that she and I could never go back to what we had before. With a self-deprecating chuckle, I replied, "Let's just assume I don't know any of that, Lynette. Either way, I'm breaking up with you. Let's not keep in touch anymore."

She opened her mouth to speak again. Then the screen went black. A single gunshot echoed through the audio before the stream cut out completely. The video stayed up for seven minutes before it was deleted. But seven minutes was all it took. Thousands of people had seen it. Thousands had screen recorded it. The backlash was immediate. The influencers who had roasted me either deleted their videos or posted new ones apologizing. The comment sections flipped overnight. People who had called me every name in the book were now begging for my forgiveness. Some of them even sent money. Donations. Apology gifts. I didn't accept any of it.