Ghosting Txt นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I wanted to know everything. But it’s been two days since I dropped her off at her apartment. Two days of radio silence. My texts, calls, and voicemails have been left with no response. I know she’s reading my texts, which means she actively avoided me. You’re not supposed to read the texts. She’s not very good at ghosting a man.

“I didn’t have anything to say.” Maya's blue eyes narrow as she leans forward. “Did something happen?” My mouth opens, and I consider brushing it off instead. Telling her I’m just tired and everything is fine would be easier, but the lump in my throat seems to have grown bigger since yesterday afternoon. Holding it in feels impossible, so I sigh. “Tyler is ghosting me,” I admit in a whisper. She crosses her arms over her chest and her face takes on a serious expression. “What do you mean?”

And Maddox, that bastard—he looked like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. My jaw clenched as the ice cream started dripping onto my fingers. I shut the photo, forcing myself to breathe. Then I opened the last message I’d sent to the anonymous number. “Who are you?” Still no reply. No read receipt. No status update. Nothing. Just a message floating in a void like I’d been ghosted by a devil. I tossed the phone beside me, wiped my fingers on my shirt, and sat up. That was it. I was tired of waiting.

I would do whatever it takes to get him back. “Bye baby. Have a great day at school." “Bye mum. I love you.” “Love you too darling.” ✍︎✍︎✍︎ “Babe! What's up?” That is definitely fisayo. My supposed best friend. It was almost as if she just disappeared throughout the weekend. No calls, no texts, Nothing at all! I rolled my eyes at her, “Really? You ghosted me and you just came out of nowhere and started acting like as if I don't need an explanation."

But another part, the numb and curious part that had been starving for something real, whispered louder. Aria bit her lip, this time not entirely for the camera. “Give me one minute, Ghost.” She quickly ended the public stream, switched to private mode, and typed her reply with slightly shaky fingers. Aria: Plans canceled. I’m all yours tonight. The response was almost instant. Ghost has tipped $15,000. Followed by a new private message that sent a genuine shiver down her spine: Ghost: Good girl. Now spread your legs for me and let’s begin.

"He said nothing. Zero. He just pushed me out and said it was for the best. Not calling." One empty bottle of Merlot later, the phone is in my hand anyway. The call goes unanswered. "Told you," I say, showing Aria the screen. "Ghosted." "Wow. That's cold." She shrugs. "Better to know now." "What does that mean?" "Imagine six months from now, or a year, and then he disappears. This way you didn't have time to get attached." A laugh almost escapes because the truth is crueler than that.

I had to bottle up everything. And somehow, he was back! A part of me wanted to ignore him. I wanted to pay him back for leaving me that way. But I was also curious. I wanted to give him a chance to explain. Plus I was really in the middle of too much stress. Having someone to talk to wasn’t a bad idea. I read through his message again, thinking of the best way to reply. Hi, Ashley. I know you missed me so much. I'm just teasing. I'm sorry for ghosting. I did not mean for that to happen. How are you? Where are you? I have so many questions. I know you do too. Do not pay me back in my coin. Please, reply.

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.”

It was a sunny day, a cloudless sky, the sunshine hitting the Eiffel Tower in the most glorious manner. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see the text. So you’re going to ghost me. It was a girl I’d met last weekend, a friend of a friend of a friend type situation. The chemistry was there like a match to a cigar, and we smoldered and burned. But after the third fuck, I lost interest, like I always did. I told you it’s run its course. The last time we’d hooked up, I flat-out told her she wouldn’t hear from me again—but she texted me anyway.

“Your luck is that you didn’t take off your masks. This way, it will always be a fairy tale and he will always be your prince.” She sighs, looking with unseeing eyes. “OMG, did something happen? Did he harm you in any way?” I grab her elbow worried, and she distorts her face at me. “No, he is a nice guy. But you never know, destiny sometimes can be cruel.” “What aren’t you telling me?” She sighs again, closing her magazine on the counter. “We exchanged numbers at the party. I wrote him a cute text, but he is ghosting me. I even made a fool out of myself and texted him again. Even if I never do that.”