#writingemotions

Make the relationship feel real first Show small moments of affection and comfort so the loss feels personal.

Let the character notice the little absences The empty seat. The unread message. The quiet that used to be filled by someone else.

Focus on ordinary memories Heartbreak often lingers in mundane moments: inside jokes, favorite songs, shared routines.

Show how their world subtly changes Places feel different. Music feels sadder. Things they once loved feel empty.

Let them try to act normal People often pretend they’re fine long before they actually are.

Use silence and restraint Someone heartbreak is a character staring at their phone for ten minutes.

Let them remember the good parts The pain is stronger when the love was real.

Give them conflicting emotions They might miss someone while also knowing the relationship had to end.

Show how it affects their choices Heartbreak changes how people trust, hope, and move forward.

Leave something unsaid Sometimes the most painful part is the conversation that never happened.

Chew/bite their lips (this trait is often prominent if they are trying not to talk back)

Speak robotically or stumble over their words

Interlace stiff fingers, sometimes moving them back and forth

OR clench their fists and pulse them

Fidget their feet or legs, even getting up and moving back and forth if they become agitated enough

Stare while they’re talking; either at the person they’re angry at, or something nearby

Fidget with something in their hands; often exerting so much pressure on the object that they will snap or shatter it

• Fidgeting (with their fingers, feet, hair, etc)

• Pacing (moving from one spot to another repeatedly)

• Overthinking 

• Closing and reopening their hands 

• Avoiding eye contact 

• Biting their nails 

• Brows knit together 

• Stiff body 

I love writing down how I feel. That’s how I usually get them out. I had very few friends I could talk to and because we had conflicting schedules, I couldn’t turn to them. So as I’ve said I love writing down what I feel and this particular week had been a rollercoaster of emotions.

Let me start with this, I’ve wanted to be a chemical engineer ever since I was 6 because the experiments my aunt did always fascinated me. Fast forward to the present where I’m taking Chemistry 4 Level 2 classes, which teaches us the applications of chemistry in different fields. I know for a fact that our school is very advanced because we’re already tackling lessons studied for college students. I know for a fact that the subject was gonna be hard. But for our first problem set, I blanked out. I couldn’t answer a single thing. I can’t even begin to comprehend how to answer the question. This wasn’t really new to me but it still affected me. My classmates seemed like they were having no problems answering the probset, that’s when I started to overthink. Why couldn’t I do it? I was planning to do this for the rest of my life and yet my first probset in I can’t even answer a single thing. I broke. I cried. I did something I’ve never done. I talked to my mom about what’s happening to me. I was expecting her to get mad at me for doing badly, but she didn’t. I guess, I just thought she would because that was what I was feeling for myself at that moment. I was mad that I can’t answer the probset. I was rethinking the path I set for myself. After talking to my mom, after her reassurance that I am not less than what I am because of my failures, I got through the night. The next day was my chem long exam. I didn’t sleep, I study my ass off. I asked help from a friend. I felt a little better. Then morning came, I got anxious again. I had no idea what to expect from the long exam, my teacher is unpredictable. I began dreading the day to come. I arrived at early and looked for my classmates. I asked for help but still couldn’t get everything they were saying. I started tearing up again. They comforted me and it felt nice not being alone. Chemistry is my first subject so I went to my room, proceded to sit in my seat. I didn’t study anymore. I doubted I could take in anymore information so I just sat and stared at nothing in particular. My mind wasn’t occupied so guess what I did. I started overthinking again which led me to cry silently just seconds before the bell rang. Then, the test started.