Breakup - Blog Posts
July 4th, 2021 10:05 p.m
On this day you chose to do something that broke my trust with you.
It ended too soon.
I am broken
I’m aching
I am feeling pain
Now I just want to be numb...
Poly!Beatles X Heartbroken!Reader - With A Little Help From My Friends
(hello lovebugs! 🐞 please enjoy this request fill for anon, who asked for a poly!beatles fic where the boys comfort the reader who is still reeling from a recent breakup)
The air felt heavy as you sat on the worn-out couch, your fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the surface of a book you hadn't bothered to open. The memories of your recent breakup lingered like a stubborn stain, refusing to fade with time. It had been weeks since then, yet the ache in your chest persisted, a constant reminder of what once was.
You heard the door creak open, and through the blur of your thoughts, you recognized the familiar voices of the Beatles. "Honey, we're home!" John called out in a singsong voice as he, Paul, George, and Ringo entered your flat, placing armfuls of groceries down on the countertop.
Noticing your lack of response, they exchanged worried glances, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
"Hey, love," Paul greeted softly, his eyes filled with concern as he took in your distant expression.
"Everything alright?" George asked, his voice laced with genuine worry.
You forced a smile, nodding faintly. "Yeah, just... thinking."
John sat down beside you, his presence a comforting weight against your side. "Care to elaborate?"
You chuckled, shaking your head. "Not really."
John's expression softened and he sighed, deciding he would be the one to break the ice. "We can see that it's still hurting you, you know."
Ringo chimed in, his voice gentle. "We hate seeing you like this, love. It's not right."
You swallowed the lump in your throat, the warmth of their concern seeping through the cracks in your facade. "I... I'm trying to move on, but it's not easy."
Paul wrapped his arm around you in a gentle embrace, his touch grounding you. "You don't have to do it alone, you know. We're here for you, remember? Through thick and thin."
The other three lads quickly joined in the hug as their words washed over you like a tidal wave of peace, the soothing balm of their voices easing the ache in your heart just a fraction. For so long, you had shouldered your pain alone, convinced that no one could understand the depth of your despair. But in that moment, you realized you were not alone - that you never had been. Here they were, your knights in shining armor, surrounding you with the warm glow of their love. In their presence, you felt safe, cherished, and understood- feelings you had thought were lost forever in the wake of your breakup.
"Thanks, guys," you murmured, the weight of your burdens lifting with each passing moment. "I really appreciate it."
"Anytime, love," Paul reassured, stroking your hair affectionately. "We've got more than enough love to go around, you know."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you leaned into their embrace, allowing yourself to be enveloped by their love and warmth. In that moment, the weight of your past began to lift, replaced by the promise of a brighter future - one where you were surrounded by the unwavering support of the four men who had come to mean everything to you.
As the evening faded into night, you clung to them tightly, grateful for the four men who had become your rock, your refuge, and your home. No matter what the future held, you knew that you would always have them by your side, guiding you through the storm and into the light.
Why did it have to feel like this?
She was covered in flowers, blooms of every scent and hue. Yet, she was so alone— the kind of loneliness that could kill. Imagine tombstones, not of the forgotten, but of the murdered, adorned with flowers of all sorts. People had spoiled her with flowers.
Fickle
Note: Inspo from @isuckatwritingsobenice
Love, that was what you had with them, a new beginning, a new lifestyle, a new chapter to your old miserable life. They'd given you hope, a shoulder to cry on, someone to love, and a promise.
To spend together forever.
Everything you had to offer was given to them on a silver platter, all your care and devotion embracing them with loyalty.
Treating them like a jewel came naturally to you, they were so precious to you after all.
It wasn't bold to say that they meant everything to you.
Then why?
Why did they want to end it all?
Why did they want to breakup?
Were you not good enough?
If so, you'd change.
Did you make a mistake?
If so, then you'd apologize a thousand times if not more.
Were you being too clingy?
If so, you'd give them space.
Were you being too distant?
If so, you'd give them all the time in the world.
Yet, they denied it all, something about how it was nothing on your part, and how times were just tough.
Your eyes glistened, pretty droplets falling to the ground, your lips parting as your breathing quickened.
Yet, the event straight out of a nightmare only continued to grace you, feeling as a boulder had fallen on top of you.
They stated how they'd simply lost feelings.
"It happens love, things change, times change. I'm sorry dear, but it's better we end it right here and right now. There's no use in clinging to something that was never real."
But it was real, to you it was.
This relationship meant the world to you, this relationship was your source of joy, it was the only thing you believed was truly yours. But right now, it felt as if it wasn't, as if it never was yours. As if they were never yours, not now, not then, and not ever.
Yet, what hurt most was how they still called you "love", yet this time around, you could hear how empty those words actually were. You could feel how meaningless this relationship was to them, how it was no more than a pass-time to them. You could feel harsh pain in your chest, your heart breaking at their audacity. The audacity saying it was never real, how "times change".
As if you were nothing but a page within their book.
It made you want to cry, to breakdown and scream, but then you realized that you already were.
You begged, cried, screamed, and clung onto them, pleading for them to stay. Your hands grabbing whatever part of their shirt as if to bring their old-self back to you, not matter how fake they were even back then.
You needed them, needed their support, their touch. They couldn't leave you here, not like this.
You were a mess.
They consoled you, empty apologies and soft touches that felt so vile on your skin. Yet, it was embracing you in a sense of false safety, something that felt so awfully serene.
You huddled against them, clinging onto their shirt, crying into their chest. Your tears seemed to stain the shirt, muffled sobs escaping your lips as you basked in their faux safety.
Time passed, hours upon hours went by. You cried more and more throughout the passed time, eyes red and puffy.
How could you not when your whole world was falling apart? When the one who swore to stay by your side forever, was leaving you?
Yet, then again, maybe your breakdown was persuading them to stay? They were seated down on the couch with you, cooing sweet words to you as they asked if you were ok. Maybe they were in a bad mood before, it was surely alright now, right?.
Only if that were true, but you could feel it wasn't.
Not when they were so distant, how they always were, something which you only just seemed to realize.
Deafening Silence filled the room, the only sound present were your occasional sobs. Yet, as you seemed to compose yourself, brushing the conversation as an "argument", clinging onto the little hope you had.
They got up from the couch.
Your heart seemed to drop as you practically stumbled towards them, clutching their sleeve with the little energy you had.
"No wait, don't go-" You began, only to be cut off as you saw the hollow look in their eyes. A cold, sharp look, not one of hate but one of fatigue.
It was as if they were tired of you.
You let go of their sleeve, fumbling backwards on your feet as they looked down at you. Only then did you realize it was actually happening. They were leaving you, right here and right now.
A car waited for them outside, their luggage sitting near the doorstep, as if mocking you. Your hands balled into fists by your side, head hung low as damp tears streaked your face. All the years you spent together meant nothing. All the promises they made to you were empty, fake.
All the words they said held nothing but pretty little lies.
"You were a great experience."
They said after a moment, their eyes fixed on the door. Their voice was soothing as always, yet, their words made you feel so out of place, so stupid.
You turned your back away from the door as they left, the house was so silent, so empty without them. Loud sobs left your lips as you heard the engine start.
They had left.
Their words echoed through your mind, body going limp at the thought.
"You were a great experience." It repeated over and over again, in your head, as if lyrics of a song stuck in one's mind. The only difference was that rather than a catchy tune, this was the melody of heartbreak.
Your body shook, goosebumps covering your body as your back touched cold floor. Your tears made your hair damp, lips cracked and bleeding from the amount of times you'd bitten them in frustration.
A deep sigh left your lips as you calmed yourself down.
Sudden manic laughter escaping your lips, sobs following shortly.
You felt like a madman.
"You meant...everything"
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It’s your birthday
I’ve feared this day for the past month
This night I woke up 8 times, thinking I forgot to tell you happy birthday as the first person on this special day like I always did, followed by a tight hug and a sweet kiss
Just to remember that you wouldn’t even answer the phone now if you’d see my name on the screen
And I’m hurt
Because I do wish you nothing but the happiest birthday ever, but I know I’m no longer part of it and I would ruin your day by saying hi
Happy birthday my love
May this year bring nothing but brightness to you
And maybe you’ll never quite understand what you did to me
And maybe I’ll have to live with that
And maybe...just maybe,
That will be okay
~ excerpts of me moving on ~