Broken pieces
READING AGE 16+
This piece began as a quiet attempt to capture the particular ache of a breakup that arrives not with fireworks, but with a single, devastatingly ordinary text message. I wanted Snow’s pain to feel specific and lived-in—no grand gestures, just the slow drip of memories and the stubborn refusal of the heart to switch off.
The rain, the playlist, the bridge, the lavender latte: these are all small anchors I borrowed from real nights I’ve known (mine and others’), because heartbreak so often hides in the tiniest details we once loved.
Thank you for walking these wet streets with Snow. There’s more to his story—and to the “another lost soul” across the city—if you’d like to keep going.
Unfold
Snow woke up at 11 AM to seventeen missed calls from his mom, twelve texts from his best friend Derek, and a notification that his ex-girlfriend had posted an i********: story.
He ignored the first two and, like an i***t, checked the third.
It was a photo of a sunset with the caption "New beginnings ✨" and a song attached—"Good Days" ……
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