#sad prompts
The most heartbreaking tropes in my opinion
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Just a warning : the title is hella inaccurate because most of these aren’t even tropes - just super specific scenarios
1. When one person is fated to suffer, and their friends try everything in their power to prevent that from happening, but the person still gets their worse case scenario ending because fate is absolute. (Specific, I know. No I am not okay.)
2. RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME!!!
3. Best friends into strangers into enemies
4. Someone dying with an unkept promise
5. Strangers to friends to lovers to strangers again (yes this is based on that one song, it’s in like every single Our Beloved Summer edit and it HURTS ok.)
6. C o r r u p t i o n a r c s . (bonus points if they got corrupted because of themself)
7. Being forced to let go the person they love most (platonically or romantically, both hurt.)
8. A villain going through a redemption arc, joining the good side, and finally becoming a better person and getting new friends, BUT they later sacrifice themself for the protagonist :“”“”“
9. Two characters in love promising each other to officially get together "once everything is over”, but they never did because one of them died
10. A cheerful and always beaming character slowly losing the light in their eyes as the people they love most leave them, one by one.
11. Taking someone for granted until it’s too late to thank them… hug them… or save them
12. Abusive parents. I don’t care how many times it’s repeated or overdone - it never fails to break my heart. *casually stabs Hinazuki Kayo’s mom*
13. Look idk it’s nearly 11 pm here I can’t think of anything else
14. Nvm I got more
15. A CHARACTER GETTING KILLED BY SOMEONE THEY LOVE whether it’s by accident or on purpose - both hurt.
16. Alternately, a character killing someone they love and having to live with the guilt.
17. FRIENDS WHO ARE WILLING TO DIE FOR EACH OTHER. At first glance it’s an “awwwwww” trope, but I assure you, there won’t be much awwwwww-ing when they actually die for their friend.
18. Look, any form of the “character A sacrifices themself for character B” trope hurts. A lot. Especially when A died with a smile on their face - to assure B that they’ll be okay, and because they love B so much that if they had a hundred chances to rewind and change their decision, they would always choose to sacrifice themself a hundred times, because they just love B that much (im not crying wdym)
19. Characters blaming themselves for a loved one’s death even if they weren’t directly involved in it
20. Ok uhh why are the last few points all deaths im sorry- im not sorry at all
She lights the pictures and letters on fire and holds them watching the words burn but the feelings in her heart burn and make their position known. The words dissolve with her tears and the fire.
What a lie, a beautiful lie, the deepest one in the sea of lies looking like a beautiful mermaid. The beautiful lie that starts with love and ends with you.
and for a split second, I wanted to believe the lies and try to pretend that everything could be okay but how can I do that when the scars are cut way too deep and the love is gone.
you were my everything and now I don’t feel anything for you and it scares me because I don’t know if I can ever get attached to someone the way I got attached to you
She grabs the cigarette and stares at the sky, while the smoke becomes memories, while the smoke becomes an illusion just like he was. Tears fill her eyes while she remembers everything that went down, every laugh, every smile, his voice, his jokes, his hugs and their talks, the good and bad ones. She remembers their golden moments, all of their moments, she imagines him blending in with the smoke, she imagines him standing next to her, talking to her.
The tears flow freely now, tears of happiness and sadness, and she laughs, smiling the way only he can make her, her laugh radiates shocking her. She grabs the cigarette and blows another smoke, imagining him lecturing her and trying to stop her before she starts her addiction, before she tastes the first cigarette. She imagines him distancing himself, progressively ignoring her, starting to replace her, she imagines him forgetting about her. The tears of sadness flow freely now, the only person that she could cry for.
She imagines him pulling away progressively and forgetting about her, she imagines him walking on thin ice around her, she imagines him replacing her and hurting her in ways only he can. She imagines him forgetting about everything they went through together but she wasn’t truly imagining wasn’t she? The cigarette is making her see clearer than before. She blows again and throws the end of the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with her feet the way the cigarette crushed their friendship, or was it just an illusion he chose to believe?
She wasn’t the one drowning in illusions, he was, and while he was drowning in those illusions and replacing her, her love for him started to fade, the way the cigarette’s smoke blows away in the wind. Everything crumbled just like the cigarette under her foot and she realizes, the love he had for her was only worth a cigarette and just like that it faded but the ruins are still burning deep in her soul because losing him made her choose the cigarette and thus his illusion became a reality.
She puts her feet on the ledge, looking down and thinking about jumping and just making everything end. She thinks about everything wrong in her life, about everything she’s been through and all the pain she felt, she thinks about everybody that left her, everybody that replaced her.
She had an obsession with death, every conversation she had, every single thing she did linked to death, it was the answer to everything and it was definitely the answer to her current problems. She won’t lie to herself, she wanted to die, to just end it all, but then she thought about her best friend crying in that messed up armchair, about her family blaming theirselves, for a split second she cared, but a second later she didn’t.
Prompt #14196
“This book can only be read by a broken heart.”
Prompt #14204
“Our mother was a complicated woman. She bought you and sold me.”
