Unspeakable Break Up の小説・ストーリー

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.

My voice broke, a whisper now. “Maybe I don’t want it anymore.” Jace’s hand tightened gently on my arm, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Then don’t.” The words sliced clean through me, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.

“Justin, don’t call me again. And don’t try to find me. Don’t you know? After something ends, the worst thing you can do is cling to it. “Don’t bother me again!” It was over. What they had wasn’t even a breakup—it had been nothing more than a transactional contract, and "over" was the only way to describe it. Her youth had been wasted and naively sold away, all under the guise of love. How foolish. The night wind stung her eyes, and her vision blurred for a moment. But she blinked quickly, forcing back the tears before they could fall. Haley hung up and immediately blocked the unfamiliar number.

His jaw tightened. -Are you crazy? It's harassment, Luna. Not appropriate at all! -I know, it's just...it'll pass, it's just.... -Years, dear, it's been years since we left school, will it go away - he said looking at her threateningly. Luna looked at him incredulously. James had opened his mouth. "Since we got out of school." -We got out? From school? James snorted. -Let's put the lies behind us. You and I both know this isn't the first time we've met. Get over it. I didn't mention anything out of pure professionalism. -He replied angrily.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

My deskmate couldn't help herself and leaned closer, whispering, "What's going on with them?" I cast a calm glance in their direction and replied, "We broke up, that's all." My voice wasn't loud, but it carried far enough. The table fell silent, and several heads turned toward us in surprise. "What? You two were so close—why would you break up?" "Yeah, didn't you plan to get married after university?" "Thor, didn't you love Aisha?" Thor said nothing. His silence was louder than any denial. My chest ached, but I raised my voice just enough. "We just weren't right for each other."

A node of sentiment in his perfect machine. While Mimi engaged Bryce, her voice steady, debating the philosophy of legacy, pulling his brilliant, broken mind into a logical duel, William moved. It wasn’t a calculated strategy, it was a desperate, instinctual lunge. He swept his arm across the glass desk, not at Bryce, but at the photo and its pad. The frame sailed through the air, smashing against the concrete floor. Glass exploded. The charging pad sparked and died. Bryce’s lecture cut off. A raw, animal sound tore from his throat. “CLARA!”

He raised the beer to his lips and took a slow swig, as if savoring both the drink and the irritation on her face. The bartender set her glass down before her, and she thanked him, bringing it delicately to her lips. “So…” Sacred began, his tone deceptively casual. “You and Phill really broke up, huh? Was it because of me? Did he finally wake up and realize I was right all along?” She lowered her glass after two gulps, her eyes flashing with fury. “No. It wasn’t you or anything you said that caused our breakup.” Sacred tilted the bottle back again, never breaking eye contact. After swallowing, he leaned slightly closer. “Then what was it? What made him let go?”

“We divorced a year ago. Of course, I’ve given up.” Ivory slid his hand into mine. A firm, quiet reassurance. “You never sad about the way we ended it?” Elliot sounded not about to give up on the idea of getting back together. “You know what?” I continued, voice like ice, “The sad part wasn’t seeing you and Owen like this or us divorcing. The sad part was realizing I let myself be treated like garbage for so many years.” I walked past him and Owen while my fingers laced with Ivory’s.

Later, I told her the truth that I actually disliked both strawberries and cake. She immediately pulled out her phone, wrote it down in her notes, and promised that she would never forget. It had only been a year, and that promise was already gone. The blazing sun burned my skin, but my heart still felt cold. I gave a bitter laugh, walked back in, and announced that the wedding was canceled. Then, in front of everyone, I cut up the wedding suit I had worn 52 times. That was when I finally realized that it was time to end this five-year relationship for good.