Postbreakup Stories

Even if his sun didn't illuminate him directly, Kongbop could move on like the moon reflecting the light of a sun it could never reach. Kongpob never got closure. Only a silence that sent him to another country, taking with him the memories of the person he loved. Arthit saw him hide in the airport, too frightened to stop him. Years after, they met again. They misunderstand each other, and their friends, tired of seeing them hurt, decide to intervene. They told themselves that they have moved on. They haven't.

Amara got the voicemail at 2:30AM. He didn't come home. Now she's learning that healing isn't something that happens to you. It's something you do. One shift. One bus ride. One empty coffee cup at a time. Healing is a verb. Even when it hurts.

"hey, is something wrong? what's up?" Mike feels the air tense at his question. El almost never opens up anymore. he knows it's a shot in the dark. her voice comes out softer this time. "I don't know." "that's okay! I'm here for whatever you need." he takes a deep, trembling breath in, pushing through his mind-numbing fear and staying supportive. "I miss you sometimes." - OR, mileven angst. takes place between s4 and s5. enjoy :) ** ps, mike is literally me and this whole thing is based on a real conversation I had with an ex-partner... so be kind to me :( ** (title from "zombie girl" by Adrienne Lenker) happy reading! <3

Gris is a story about a love that never really ended, even when life forced two people apart. Years later, Taehyung finds himself in Paris. A city of his dreams, a city that should have been just another stop, becomes the place where he meets Seokjin again. Through Taehyung's life as it is now, Gris slowly unravels a story of regret, healing, and the question of whether love can survive time, fear, and all the mistakes in between. This is not a perfect love story. It is a story about longing, choices, and the fragile hope of finding your way back to the person who once felt like home. Some people never stop being home. The question is... can love survive what time, distance, and choices did to it? Sequel to Bleu.

A daily basis story of a 27 year old woman, gettin through her days. Not that very special, maybe some represent our daily lives

John tells Paul Jealous Guy is about him.

Kyoka, I know it has been a while since we were last in contact. Three years? I believe it has been three years, and yet I still love you. *Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi*

Navigating post break up and dealing with the aftermath.

Loki and Mobuis are both high school math teachers and the high school is called the TVA. Loki is 30 and Mobuis is 42. Loki and Mobius have been broken up for a year now. They both end up working at the same high school and that's the first time they see each other after the break-up. But working at a high school with your ex is not going to be easy for them. - I also have this story saved on Archive of Our Own.

Dorian used to believe in love But that was before Keith - before the promises that vanished, the words that turned sharp, and the quiet way things fell apart. Now he barely speaks, barely looks up, and keeps everyone at a distance... even those who care. Morel never asked for much. He never told Dorian how his heart sped up with every glance or how it hurt to see him try so hard to pretend he wasn't broken. But he's still here. Bringing warm tea. Sitting in silence. Saying all the right things - and never the one thing he truly wants to say: "Let me be the one to love you right." This is a story about heartbreak and healing. About love that waits patiently outside a locked door, hoping to be let in. Because some doors don't stay shut forever. They're just locked... for now!

Feelings and events put into words.

Journal entry #1 By Quins Alfred K Efraimsen

He played as if he were dying.

what happened to her over the summer after heartbreak .He doesn't know but once he seems her again after 3 months she is no longer the girl he once knew

Aunque su sol no le alumbrara directamente, Kongbop podía seguir adelante como la luna brillando gracias a su luz aunque no se vieran y nunca pudieran estar juntos. Kongbop nunca tuvo clausura, solo silencio que lo llevo a otro país, llevando consiguo los recuerdos de la persona que ama. Arthit lo vio irse escondido en el aeropuerto, demasiado asustado para pararlo. Años después, se reencuentran. Se malentienden y sus amigos cansados de verlos hacerse daño entre ellos quieren ayudarlos. Se dicen que han pasado página. No lo han hecho.

Post break up, your friends drag you out for a night, hoping to lift your spirits, bringing you out to a new night club in town.

Random poetry I wrote The first few relate to a breakup while the rest will probably relate to me finding myself. The poems are short so this will probably be a quick read. Enjoy

For the broken hearts and hung ups... One for the ex I still miss...