Blocking Vs Unfriending On Facebook Novels & Stories

Nobody answers those damn phones. I went to her social media. Back in 2020, I’d stopped checking her photos. Not that it was torture—the horrible woman barely posted, so unfriending her was just a whim. Then, in that godforsaken year of 2021, wanting to see if she’d posted about the event, I realized the worst: She’d blocked me. Delu had blocked me everywhere. Druggie, bitch, son of a whore! My teeth hurt just remembering how that felt.

“What? But in the event he didn’t seem to recognize you.” She shrugged, “I figured. It was as expected. After all, why would he care or remember me?” “But you are like quite popular on social media and—” “Oh, that? I just blocked him. It is quite easy to put distance between ourselves. I blocked them from everywhere; I don’t follow or react to their posts or images.” “And that is enough?” “Not really, but when you are not always on someone’s feed or front page, they wouldn’t always think about you or bother about you.”

I was glad that I checked the notification bar fast because she unliked it afterward. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, the sudden beep of my phone pierced the silence. My jaw clenched as I reached for it, knowing it was Ava responding to my message. And then I saw it – her message, bold and unyielding: "Don't chat me up anymore. If you message me again, I will block you." I scoffed lightly, amused. What was her problem? Acting hard and tough, huh? Before I could even think of a response, my vision began to blur, and my head spun. The glass in my hand slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor.

Most Christian songs even sound Like romance songs to me, the Rhythms and beats though, and not the lyrics. I unplugged my phone from the powerbank where it was charging to log in Facebook. I was bored so I waved at most people I saw online. I had 4,787 friends. Once 5,000 but got unfriend by people whenever I uploaded a pics till it got to 4,787.

I had sent him messages, called him, and texted him, but nothing. Each time, the same response: “This number is currently out of reach.” And as for his social media? Well, that was even worse. His profile had disappeared completely. No posts, no updates, nothing. At first, I thought it was a glitch, but when I tried searching again and again, it became clear. Austin had blocked me. Just like that. Blocked. Out of the blue. It hurt, more than I wanted to admit. The silence between us, the unanswered questions—it gnawed at me.

I kept on walking back and forth in front of our long sofa while typing my text to Clyde. [(To: My Babe Lee) Babe, please answer the phone. I need to talk to you badly.] "Babe, please. If I did something bad this morning I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Please just talk to me right now," I was talking over the phone to make a voice mail but when I sent it, my number from him was blocked. "Oh Damn it... What should I do?" I cried once again and withered to sit on the sofa. As I was checking his social media I was also blocked. Gosh, what's happening? I tried making new accounts and tried finding him but it looks like I not only blocked but instead he deleted all our connections.

So I tapped on the block button and blocked her then deleted her message. She was not worth it to me.

I asked again to be sure Ana wasn't lying to me about blocking her ex "Go ahead, girl" She said without answering my question “Girl? Girl, what you doing?” She asked wondering what I was doing on my phone “I'm deleting his contact" I replied. I don't want to block Liam. I already know his number, so he can call me even after I delete it and I would know that it is him calling. That way he can still contact me “What?” She asked “What's the point of blocking if you don't delete the contact? You didn't?” I asked and the look on her face said she didn't delete the contact of her ex

that she sadly shared with 9 other women. "Are you crazy? She doesn't deserve your kindness!" Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes walking past her and into his room. I'm not in the mood for her. He thought falling down on his bed.

But the risks… The last message caught my eye: “When can I see you again?” A tear slid down my cheek. I had to make a choice. And as hard as it was, I knew what I had to do. With a heavy heart, I held my finger over Matt’s name and clicked ‘block’. Fiona, sensing the finality of my action, wrapped her arms around me. “You okay?” “No,” I whispered, “But I will be. Eventually.” We said our goodbyes for the night and curled up in our respective beds. The weight of the evening’s events settled heavily, and I fell into a restless sleep.