Ghosting Txt Novels & Stories

Right now, what it wanted to do was to touch her willing flesh. He raised his trembling hand and caressed the soft flesh of her firm breast with the tip of his coarse fingers. She sighed and relaxed her body, but made no move to stop him. “I am not a virgin anymore,” she reminded him. “You are so kind and handsome. I want to know what it feels like to be with a man who is kind and handsome. I want to erase the dream of horror that is stuck in my mind.”

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? ╰───────────────╯

She snapped a quick selfie with her tongue out in a cute pout and hit send. "Damn. You look so good, babe. You’re killing me over here. I just wanna be there with you." Stacy’s smile faltered. She blinked at the screen because she was caught off guard by the sudden shift. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered or a little annoyed. She sent back a simple question mark. "Do me a huge favor, baby. Please? Just for me?" Stacy hesitated while her thumbs hovered over the keyboard. "Anything as long as it’s not shady or gonna get me hurt. You do that and I’m ghosting you for real."

It was an email–on my private email address. My mouse pointer hovered around it for a while but then I clicked it. I didn’t need to think so hard to know who sent it. “We need to talk. There are a lot of things that you need to explain to us. You have ghosted us for way too long. Gina.” I sighed and decided to reply. She was right. They needed to know the truth, and my avoiding them only made it even more suspicious. Things were hard and it would simply be nice to know that my friends were looking out for me at least.

Guilty people let calls go to voicemail and then hid behind vague excuses. I pulled up our message thread and saw the last text I'd sent yesterday. Me: I'm so sorry for leaving like that. Family emergency. Can we reschedule? Right. But I'd never actually set a time. Had just left it hanging there, vague and open-ended, like I wasn't really serious about meeting with him at all. No wonder he was calling. He probably thought I was ghosting him. Again. That I'd gotten cold feet about the whole arrangement and was too cowardly to just tell him outright.

Dante insists. I sip my tea. “We’re not naming them after a ninja turtle.” Sasha giggles. “Michelangelo?” Ethan chokes on his water. The banter flows easily and I'm grateful for them. The love between myself and Ethan is the kind of love that survived divorce papers and arson. My phone buzzes. Unknown number. I silence it. Dante notices. “Trouble?” Ethan’s hand tightens on my knee. “Celeste’s ghosting.”

“ You actually have to, at some point. I mean, you can't just go silent?” “ Baby girl, I can, and I will”. “ It wouldn't be right”. “ I don't care if it is, I just do not want to talk about it, especially with him”. “ Look, I get it, but he's probably dying to hear you say something, the best you can do is tell him why you ghosted him and left his calls and texts unanswered. You owe him that, at least an explanation”. “ So what? I should go tell him that I didn't reply his calls and texts because I'm a whore who sleeps with people only once but somehow slept with him twice?”

But not even a long, lingering kiss could quell this nagging feeling in my belly. ~~ Ghost patiently waited for me in a cafe outside the train station, nursing a cup of coffee, probably his second, and an empty plate. “Sorry, I’m late.” I pulled the wooden chair across from him. A server instantly came to the table, taking my order. He shrugged. “It’s fine.” “Where’s Rain?” I asked, looking for her girlfriend. “Paying Amanda a visit,” Ghost murmured, typing on his phone, and soon mine pinged with a new notification.

“Your mom texted me. Said you’d be back today and missed me. Figured we could… talk.” Talk. Right. Because ghosting him after the breakup which I’d done via a very mature three-sentence text at 2 a.m.clearly screamed “let’s reunite.” I rubbed my temples. The trip replayed again Austin’s voice saying he liked me, the almost-kiss, the way my chest had felt too full and too empty at the same time. And now this. “I need a minute,” I told Max. “Long bus ride. Shower. You know.” He nodded, easy as ever. “I’ll help your mom set the table.”

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.