Should I Ghost Him Novels & Stories

I didn't have plans for Saturday, but he didn't need to know that. Greg texted me, "Tomorrow is a definite! I PROMISE! I'm really sorry. I was looking forward to spending alone time with you." I still didn't believe him. I was trying not to be emotional. I texted, "I hope you don't ghost me again. I feel like I am putting all the effort into us 'spending time' together, and you are just leading me on. It's ok if you changed your mind. Just tell me that. I won't be mad. I understand this is all crazy, trust me. Ghosting me at the last minute is rude. Making me cancel plans to ghost me would be rude. I'm not trying to sound crazy. I just don't want you to feel obligated, that's all." I read my

I’d be a fool to try to convince a man to love me even when he said he doesn’t a million times. “I’d like to spend the night,” He nodded gleefully. I pulled out my phone to check if Zac replied but there was nothing. He was ghosting me.

You won’t regret this. Enid. Where did you travel to? Or when are you coming back. Each message sat there, sent into the void. Delivered, yes. But not a single one was marked “Read.” They were digital ghosts, unanswered, unseen. He’s ghosting me. The thought was a cold, sharp shard in my gut. He gave me the number. He put it in my phone himself. Why? Just to twist the knife one more time? To give me the illusion of a connection he had no intention of honoring?

That had been my intention and I was glad it was taking place. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said finally, hitting the nail on the head. “I shouldn’t have done what I did. I lost my phone and…” “Tell me the truth,” I said, dropping my phone. “I’m not an idiot. There are a million ways you could have contacted me so losing your phone was no excuse. Why did you ghost me? I just want to know.” He sighed and pressed his lips together. I gave him my full attention. Reggie’s actions had plagued me all week. It made no sense. Our date had gone perfectly up until…

So that's why I didn't see him that day, that's probably why he left early. "Oh okay, and you haven't heard from him since then?", I asked. "Yes, he's been a ghost since then, I have tried to reach out to him but, I guess he doesn't want to be reached out to ". My heart sank. "Okay thank you for that", I said. "Please if you do get a hold of him, tell him I said congratulations ", he said. I don't think he wants to hear that from you though.. "Sure ", I said and then ended the call.

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.”

"Why did you leave me? Why… didn't you let me be with you even for the last moments? "We… We used to be so close…" Her words dragged my thoughts back seven years, to that unbearable winter. Yes, we had been deeply in love, even planning to get engaged on her birthday. But life had a way of shattering dreams. A routine checkup revealed that I had only three months to live. At that same time, Helena had a crucial interview and was looking forward to our future together. I couldn't let my illness ruin her future, couldn't let what should have been a loving marriage become a burden. So I hired actors and made my family promise to keep the secret.

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."

I call him predictable. I pull out my phone and type a quick text. Me: 'Where are you? Been waiting ten minutes. It's about to rain'. I wait. Three dots don't appear. Nothing. Of course. I scroll up to our last conversation. Three days ago. He sent me a meme about medical school burnout. I sent back a picture of my half-eaten sandwich. Normal sibling stuff. Now he's ghosting me when I need a ride. Typical. I call him. It rings once. Twice. Then....

I’ll tell them about our one-night stand and how the 'Ice Queen' melts the second she’s away from her daddy’s cameras. ​I paused, my thumb hovering over the send button. This was the point of no return. If I sent this, I wasn't just haunting her; I was destroying her. ​[Elias]: I’m not a project, Chloe. And I’m not going back to being a Ghost. Either you meet me at the old gym in ten minutes, or the whole world finds out exactly what kind of 'distraction' I really was. ​I hit send.