Do Guys Regret Blocking You Novels & Stories

He had nothing to talk about with this reckless man. Shane pondered for a moment, then asked, "Why did you block my number? Why don't you keep me blocked until the new year?"

I reached for my phone without thinking, unlocking it as my fingers moved almost instinctively. I scrolled through my contacts for a while and when I didn't see his name, my brows creased into a frown. Before I could crash out, I recalled I had blocked him. A humorless laugh slipped from my lips as I shook my head. “Great.” For a brief moment, I hesitated because unblocking him felt like opening a door I had spent years keeping shut but this wasn’t personal. That was what I told myself. This was work, he was a player under my care and he hadn’t reported in days.

I crossed my arms and said it angrily, this time turning my head toward him. “You’re waiting for my call while blocking my number?” His tone was cold and empty. “Are you stupid, or just pretending to be?” I had completely forgotten that I blocked his number this morning. I had been waiting all day for him to call me with the restaurant location, but he never did. “I just… forgot I blocked you.” I said it, a little regretful. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like I’d made a mistake. He gave me a fleeting glance that lingered in his eyes for a fraction of a second before returning to the road.

Me: Who are you? Before blocking him, I again asked. Is someone is making me a fool? Me: Is this you Anu? Are you making me fool by this new number? Unknown: No, I'm not Anu. Me: Then who are you? Tell me. I'm blocking you. I received his message but I blocked him without reading it. Unknown: Okay. I'm sorry to disturb you. I thought you would talk to me. But I was wrong. Good night. After reading this message, I'm feeling like I did something wrong by blocking him. I should have talked to him. Maybe he really needs my help. But how can I help him? I'm so so puzzled right now. Should I unblock him?

"If you don’t come back, there’s nothing left to discuss!" I stared at my phone, which wouldn’t stop buzzing with notifications. Whatever patience I had left was completely drained. Without hesitation, I blocked Julian. A moment later, as if realizing he’d been blocked on WhatsApp, he started calling me instead. I didn’t even hesitate, and I blocked his number too. Finally, there was blissful silence. It felt like I could finally breathe again, a rush of relief washing over me like I’d just shed a heavy weight.

Still not a good time to talk? Guilt twists in my stomach as I read his message. Since giving him my number, he’s reached out a few times, wanting to catch up or just talk. Each time, I’d refused, too fearful of Dan finding out I’m talking to him or anyone he doesn’t approve of. Taking a deep breath, I type out a quick reply: I’m sorry, but please don’t contact me again. My finger hovers for a moment before I press send and then, block. The ache of isolation deepens, but it’s safer this way.

You haven’t been picking my calls, or responding to my texts. I feel very satisfied when I tell him, “That’s because I blocked you.” Levi’s eyes bear a hint of surprise when he hears the words, so I say them again, “I blocked you. I don’t want to see your name on my phone, or see your email sending messages to mine. I don’t want anything to do with you.” Levi looks away, hurt visible on his face, and I wish I didn’t know how to tell that the look on his face is one of obvious hurt.

I blurted in disbelief. "No, I actually blocked you on I*******m so that you wouldn't see it. I figured it wouldn't be right for you to find out that way," he explained, his voice tinged with remorse. "No, you're right. Better to string me along," I replied sarcastically before blurting, "Fuck you, Liam. Have a nice life," and dropping the call. Tears welled up, and I let them fall, the sound of my stifled sobs seeming loud in the empty restroom. With my back pressed against the cold tiles, I slid down to the floor, resting my head against my knees as I cried my little heart out.

You can't reply to this conversation anymore. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read our last conversation. I was so irresponsible at that time. I just got carried away, and I know I broke his heart. He kept shouting outside while the rain soaked him, but I didn't pay attention. He can't contact me because I blocked him first. I didn't read his messages even once and never answered his calls. After that day, I never heard anything about him. He transferred schools and changed his number, and I had no way of communicating with him. I regretted that day deeply. I wish I could turn back time.

I urged. "I don't miss him and I'm not calling him, stop getting silly ideas into my head, plus he's gonna remain blocked" Mara replied firmly. I gazed at her, giving her the "Are you sure about that?" look. "Look, all I'm saying is that you shouldn't punish yourself because of me if you like this guy, why don't you unblock him and hear him out, it was Aaron who wronged me and not Dylan, and Dylan is a nice person, trust me" I urged her, trying to convince her but then my phone started ringing, cutting me off.