Ghosted Synonym Novels & Stories

I will die of curiosity if I put the phone down now. To apologize or to explain why he ghosted? I am all ears if he wants to explain. I won’t believe him, though. But I do want to understand the mindset of a ghost. “How are you?” He asks. “Good.” “How are things in town?” “Why? Haven’t you been around? Or you ghosted every single person you knew?” He chuckles and goes quiet for a moment, then says, “I shouldn’t have… I miss you, though.”

Sarah dragged me to a campus party on Friday night, but even surrounded by loud music and dancing bodies, my mind was elsewhere. “You keep checking your phone,” Sarah shouted over the music. “Waiting for someone special?” I forced a laugh. “Sort of. I met this girl last week. We’ve been friends online forever. I thought we had a connection, but now she’s ghosting me.” Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Give her space but don’t wait forever. You deserve someone who’s excited to see you.”

The only person I could turn to in a time like now was my best friend who had ghosted me for days. I remembered how heartbroken I had been when I woke up the morning after our passionate lovemaking to find that he was gone. I could still remember how I had, with tear-filled eyes, called his number several times and had only gotten his voicemail. I had tried texting him on W******p too but he had blocked me. I had tried Snapchat, iMessage, I*******m, and even LinkedIn because I had been desperate for answers—I still was. But today, I was desperate enough to go look for him at home, holding onto a thread of hope that there was a reasonable explanation for his sudden coldness.

He wasn't just pointing it out, he was fixing it. New lines of elegant, streamlined code appeared, rewriting my messy patch into something sleek and perfect. > Ghost_User: Fixed. You're welcome. > S_Lancaster: Why help me? You want Daniel to fail. > Ghost_User: I want Daniel to fail. I want YOU to be brilliant. The cursor paused for a moment. > Ghost_User: I have to go. I have a company to run. Try not to think about me too much, Sophia. I know how distracted you get when you're wet.

I called. Straight to voicemail. Again. Again. The third time, her phone was off. My heart was crashing inside my chest. I couldn’t breathe. I called Macey again. “Have you seen her?” I asked, voice raw. “No. Wait… What’s going on?” “She’s gone.” “What do you mean, ‘gone’?” “She left a note. Said she needed space. Now she’s ghosted. Her phone’s off.” “Shit,” she whispered. “I’ll try calling her too.”

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

My surroundings turned blurry and the chitter-chatter of the photographers became muddled as my eyes fixated on the ghost before me. Okay, he wasn’t dead or a ghost, but he was a crucial part of my past life that I had buried 6 feet under. So, in a way, he was a ghost of my past and he was haunting me.

I picked up my phone and dialed his number; No answer. I bit my lip and tried again. Gomes wouldn't do this, he wouldn't ghost me, he was the kind of person that always face things head on. "He didn't mean what he said that day. He was just surprised." I kept telling myself and dialed again, this time, an electronic voice told me I had been sent to voicemail. "Hello, Gomes I think we need to talk about this. Call me back when you get this okay? I love you." I said after the beep.

I took a shower, wrapped a towel around myself and by the time I came back out, I had five messages three from Alessandro and two from Ghost. Ignoring Alessandro's messages, I clicked on Ghost's. ╭───────────────╮ Me: Got plans tonight? ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Oh, she remembers me. ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Even if I was busy, you really think I'd turn you down, Red? ╰───────────────╯