Do Guys Regret Blocking You Novels & Stories

Putting on a troubled expression, he said, "They're just upset on my behalf, Sam. They didn't mean to insult you, so don't take it to heart. It's just that what you did that day was really… inappropriate." Neil deliberately dragged out the last words, stirring even more murmurs from the crowd. I didn't want to stir up trouble, but trouble insisted on coming after me. I looked up and met Neil's provocative gaze. I said with a slow and clear voice, "First, I'm the one who broke up with Cherry. She didn't dump me. Second, it's illegal to spread rumors. If any of you want to take this to court, I'm more than happy to oblige."

All in all, he sent me more messages from this morning till now than he did in the last 30 days. I couldn't be bothered to read his messages. After blocking him on every platform, I returned to bed. This time, no one could disturb me anymore.

That girl is a shitty friend** **She’s only using you for your kind heart. You’ll see.** My old messages looked pathetic now — desperate and childish. I typed fast, my fingers trembling. **Me:** What happened last night? Why didn’t you stop me? When i didn’t get a response, I typed another message. **Me: Are you there? The screen stayed still. No “typing…” bubble. I waited. Then I noticed the gray banner at the top. **USER HAS BLOCKED YOU. YOU WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO SEND MESSAGES **

I was so focused on other things and totally forgot about something as important as charging my cell phone. And right now, I can not stop thinking or imagining how my parents, Kai, and equally Joseph, were going to feel if my phone number was not going through. Yeah. Since my family and I had reconciled, I had unblocked all of their phone numbers. Though unblocking their phone numbers made them realize that I had blocked their numbers previously, causing them to explain to me that it was no wonder that my phone number had not been going through whenever they called me. I felt no remorse for that at all, since they actually deserved it at the time when I did that.

She knew deep down that she had made a choice, but it didn’t make the regret any easier to bear. That evening, Emily received a text from Omari. "Hey, just wanted to check if you’re okay. Last night was intense." Emily stared at the message, feeling a surge of anger. She typed a quick response. "I’m fine. Let’s not contact each other again."She hit send and immediately regretted it. She didn’t want to blame Omari for what had happened, but she also didn’t want any reminders of her mistake. She decided to delete his number and block him, hoping it would help her move on.

Revenge was a bitch, after all, and I intended to make every single one of them suffer. While I waited for my best friend, Lola, I checked my phone and yet again found a dozen missed calls from Ezra. I must admit, it was getting irritating now. “Ezra again?” Lola asked, coming to a halt a few feet away in front of me. I nodded and then started walking alongside her to our flat. “I think I’m going to block his number.” “Wait, haven’t you done that last week?” Lola frowned, falling into steps beside me. “I thought you already did.”

“When I told him… he stopped answering my calls.” Anita scoffed immediately. “Of course he did.” “I went to his apartment,” Grace continued quietly. “They told me he traveled.” “And you believed that?” Anita snapped. “I tried calling his number again,” Grace said. “But it won’t connect anymore.” Anita leaned back in her chair and shook her head in disbelief. “He blocked you,” she said bluntly. “That idiot blocked you.” Grace said nothing. Anita ran a hand through her hair, frustration rising quickly.

“How could you ever think that was true? After everything we shared?” She lowered her head, tears gathering heavily. “He said it so confidently, and the previous night… that next morning, you were so awkward with me. I was scared you regretted it.” “How could I ever regret any moment spent with you?” His voice cracked slightly. “Why did you block my number? I tried to call you so many times.” She wiped away a stray tear, frustrated when another followed.

Meanwhile… Lila had been glowing all week, getting ready for her date with the guy she’d been talking to for three weeks. She dressed beautifully, did her makeup perfectly, and arrived early at the restaurant. She waited. And waited. And waited… Her messages stayed on “delivered.” Her calls rang once before disconnecting. Something felt wrong. She checked social media. He had blocked her. Just like that. Vanished from her life without a word. Her heart cracked. Her smile — gone. She whispered to herself, voice shaking: “Why do guys do this to me? What is so wrong with me? All I want is a family… a husband… a simple life. Why does it feel like love runs away from me?”

Why didn’t I think of blocking him from sending me a mail also. He has annoyingly called and texted my number so much that I blocked him. I didn’t want to hear from him. I’ve tried so much to put Liam and everything he stands for behind me, and being with Jonathan would constantly remind me of him. I’m hurt, much more than I let on, but I choose not to stumble, because I’ve given Liam and his family way too much liberty over my life and emotions. I was about to delete and block but my eyes unintentionally read the first paragraph. I did not realize when I read the entire message.