Blocking Vs Unfriending On Facebook Novels & Stories

If I know it's going to be this bad, I would've just gone home after the wedding ceremony instead of agreeing to join him for the reception dinner. "There. We're not friends anymore." He shows me his phone and that's when I realise we are indeed not friends anymore on F******k. "What are you, six?" Even Cruz doesn't behave like this. "I'm going home." He leaves me then steps inside the ballroom again, perhaps to bid goodbye to his family and the newlyweds. Unfriending me on F******k, is that just a way of protest or it's really an act to tell me he's no longer interested to be friends with me in real life too. So this is it? We're not friends anymore?

The name vanishes from her contacts list, and in that moment, something inside her feels lighter. But it isn’t enough. Not yet. She exits the contacts and opens her social media apps. She starts with I*******m, scrolling through the list of connections, each one reminding her of a life she once thought she could be part of. One by one, she blocks every person connected to him—the people who still follow him, the mutual friends, the acquaintances she’s shared moments with.

"Zach, where are you? Why are you avoiding me? Do you have any idea how hard I've been trying to find you? I waited forever outside your place! Why won't you even see me?" I didn't answer. Didn't say a word. Instead, I hung up. Seconds later, a text came through. 'Zach Mason, if you block me again—if you keep hiding—I swear I'll never talk to you again! This is your last chance. Unblock me, and maybe I'll forgive you!' Yeah, no thanks. Blocked. Finally, in came a friend request on WhatsApp. New profile picture. Different account. This time, I didn't even open it. Just blocked and reported.

To see what he shares with friends, send him a friend request (4 mutual friends). | “WHAAAAT?” Kate screamed in her room. “He BLOCKED me?” She was so angry she almost tore her hair off. She was grinding her teeth. {Wait, he didn’t really block me because I can still see his old posts. He just… de-friended me.} {Oh, what difference does it make?!} She slammed her laptop closed in anger and dove to her bed before a sob could escape her lips. She buried her face in her pillow, screaming herself hoarse.

Why am I the one crying when I did nothing wrong? Jacques sat up and wiped her eyes. If this is the reason TJ returned my phone to me, I refuse to behave the way he wants me to. She poured herself a glass of water and drank it slowly as she stared at her phone. Reaching a decision, she unfollowed and blocked Gerard. As if that was not enough, she deleted the app too. She wanted nothing to do with anything. If anything, the past month taught her that online followers and friends are as useful as a box of rocks, and her 'family' she endured is as useful as a bag of shit. She wanted them no more.

Blocking him felt like shedding a layer of skin, a painful yet necessary act of self-preservation. “Block him on all your social media accounts. That way, you can completely move on,” Jocel added brightly, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the heaviness in Aria’s heart. “Anyway, it’s my day off today. Want to meet up?” The invitation hung in the air like a promise of light and laughter.

I pulled into I*******m, and my social media accounts, and deleted his name from my friend list. I deleted his number and blocked him too. “I hate you Peter. You will rot in hell!” I whispered to the silent room.

Pierre felt so sorry for Luna. So, he picked up his phone and sent a WhatsApp message to Luna, [Luna, I'm sorry.] However, as soon as the message was sent, he received a red exclamation mark. [Your message has been sent, but the recipient has rejected it.] Pierre was stunned. Luna blocked him. Just like that, without saying anything, angrily questioning him, or getting mad and scolding him, Luna just blocked him. Pierre looked at the red exclamation mark.

I have café napkins, a bottle cap, a Big Ben keyring, and other random things from that trip. I’m staying off all social media completely, taking down my accounts for timeout and hoping the break will help me sort my brain out. Instead of all-out deleting him from everything, which would also mean removing thousands of pictures. It would feel wrong to click unfriend or block on things he has always been a part of.

He froze when he didn’t find the option to comment on her post. She’d always kept her account completely public, for anyone to interact with her, but now only her F******k friends were allowed to react, comment or share her posts. Since he hated Suckerborg’s platforms, and rarely used them, he’d never bothered to send her a friend request. And now it was too late.