Ghosting Quotes Novels & Stories

Para namang walang nakahalata sa sabay na pagkawala naming dalawa, they were enjoying playing the game. I thought everything was okay between the two of us. We even saw each other the next day and played with our friends again. We even exchanged messages while we were still at the resort but all of a sudden she stopped messaging me and I no longer received any of her replies when I tried to call her she was always out of reach. Damn, I was just ghosted by her. My ego hurts. Fuck!

he firmly said. HABANG nag-aalmusal ay pinag-iisipan na ni Oliver kung paano dedespatsahin si Chantal Meraville. Naisip niyang e-ghosting na lamang ito. Mag-palit ng cell phone number o kaya basta huwag na lang mag-pakita. Kaya lang imposible yon kasi madali na lamang ma-trace sa social media ang sino man. Habang nagtatalo ang kanyang isip ay hindi niya namalayang nasa likuran na niya si Dr. Leonardo.

I tried to calling him but he was not answering. I was starting to feel nervous about it. Why is he not replying to my texts? Why is he not answering my calls? Is he ghosting me? With that thought on my head, I went to the Medical department and tried to search for his face in the crowd. But to no luck, I haven't seen him. Mukha akong tanga doon na hinahanap siya, naghihintay kahit na hindi alam kung sisipot ba ang hinihintay.

Alam kong nag-aalala sila sa‘kin, Alam nila ang namamagitan samin ni Gio! Kaya ba siya hindi na nag-paramdam sa‘kin? Ano 'to ghosting?! Napahawak ako sa d****b ng manikip iyon, Nangingilid ang mga luha habang nakatingin kay mommy na masayang nag-sasalita sa harap.

"Sasabihin mo lang sana kanina na gusto mo ng oras. Hindi 'yung parang ghosting na." Tumawa ako. "Ghosting agad? Eh nasa garden lang ako." Tahimik kami saglit. Tanging huni ng mga ibon at langitngit ng mga dahon ang naririnig. Tapos... marahan niya akong niyakap mula sa likod. Mainit. Komportable. Buo. "I missed you," bulong niya sa tenga ko. "Promise me, kahit busy ka sa hardin, kahit ayaw mong sagutin mga tawag ko... huwag mo akong isasara sa mundo mo."

Silly thing! Ang excitement niya ay para kay Akime, sa muli nilang pagkikita makalipas ang isang buwan. Iyon ang dapat niyang pagtuunan ng oras na isipin at hindi ang kung anuman na fictional quoted messages ng isang writer. Mula sa long distance relationship nila, wala siyang ibang dapat isipin kundi si Akime. Si Akime lang! “I MISS you.”

The guilt that flashed across his eyes right before he pulled away. Now here I am, 2:37 AM, nakahiga sa kama, staring at the ceiling na parang makakasagot ng mga tanong ko. What was that? Was it just heat? Or… something more dangerous? “Stop it, Liza,” I whisper to myself. “It’s just a moment. Nothing more.” Pero kahit anong convince ko sa sarili ko, the ghost of his touch lingers — like static electricity na ayaw mawala.

Kinabukasan, busy si Shelly kaka-arrange sa mga bagong cupcakes sa display corner, habang si Gabriel naman ay wala sa mood. He was literally slumping at the corner table, pouting so hard na para siyang depressed na golden retriever. ​He couldn't help but flashback to what happened kagabi. The silence was deafening. Common sense dictated na kapag tinanong mo ang isang tao ng simple question, you'd get a simple answer. Pero si Shelly? She straight up ghosted the question in real life. Iniwasan niya ang topic na parang may dala itong infectious disease.

“Getting back what you threw away?” “I never threw you away.” “Oh really? Kasi sa pagkakatanda ko, one day, we were planning prom. The next day, you vanished like a damn N*****x show na walang second season.” Lucas clenched his jaw. “I told you, I was forced to leave.” “You could’ve texted,” she snapped. “One word. One message. Pero wala. You ghosted me, Lucas. And now here you are acting like we can just... pick up where we left off.”

Na sa bawat pagdilat ko, inaasahan kong makita siya. At kahit ganoon, hindi ko kayang kalimutan ang paalala ni Ma’am Celeste. Kasing linaw ng sikat ng araw. Na may mga linya na hindi ko dapat tawirin. Kaya sa sketchpad ko, isinulat ko ang... “Maybe summers change. Maybe people do, too. But some names never leave the silence of your heart. And some warnings—no matter how graceful—cling like thorns. I don’t know which one will break me first.”