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Breakup Text #3 – I Know

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A new writing series highlighting the ways we say goodbye to one another. 250 words or less. Sometimes, that is all it takes. These stories are works of fiction. Some are inspired by real events. [Main Page]

“You’re stupid fucking game is CLEARLY more important than us.” Rose stared straight at him. She wore a form-fitting dress and heels. Her makeup looked impeccable. She even wore the new skimpy pair of underwear from Victoria’s Secret for a “just in case” scenario. Her boyfriend clearly forgot that it was date night.

Jim sat there, feigning interest in the conversation. He still wore the sweatpants and stained sweatshirt he put on the minute he got home from work an hour ago. Why was she bothering him? After all, these rebel scum are not going to die without the help of his upgraded Darth Vader character avatar. He already maxed out all his characters with weapons and upgrades. This was his time to shine.

“Fuck you, Jim. I hope you enjoy your game, asshole.” She slammed the door shut, rattling the adjacent wall where is limited edition Empire Strikes Back movie poster. She continued to yell in the hallway. A minute later, her Honda Civic sputtered to life, zooming to a galaxy far, far way. He didn’t need to know it was over. He could feel her hate flowing through him.

Jim paused the game and walked to the poster, fixing it straight. He knew the mistake he just made, powerless to do anything. He stared at the door and wiped away a solid tear, holding back the full emotion. He could use that in his next few rounds. “I know,” he said and unpaused the game.

Breakup Text #1: Egyptian Cotton Sheets

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A new writing series highlighting the ways we say goodbye to one another. 250 words or less. Sometimes, that is all it takes. These stories are works of fiction. Some are inspired by real events. [Main Page]

“Then what the fuck are we doing here, Christine?” Paul was at his wit’s end. He didn’t know how to express how frustrated he was with her. He instinctively opened and closed his fists while he yelled at her, but thought better of it to act in the moment. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. The mascara ran down her cheeks, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Answer me,” he said. His tone was firm, but he had at least stopped clenching his fists.

“I don’t know,” she said. I need more time. She did her best to look at him in the eyes. He never hit her before. She was worried he’d do it now. After all, if she told him the truth, it would crush him. She could tell he was more embarrassed than angry. Some serious macho bullshit bravado was on full display in their cramped apartment bedroom.

“I don’t have time. All I have is work and the answers to questions you’ve left unanswered for three months now.” He pointed at her as he gaveled his words. The spit flew out of his mouth onto the sheets they received as a wedding gift just six months ago.

She couldn’t tell him that the love was gone a long time ago. How long she could not tell. Sometime between the wedding ceremony and opening their wedding gifts. She wondered how long returns were for thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets. She still had the receipt tucked away.