Should I Ghost Him Novels & Stories

“To pay his rent when nobody else believed in him. To stand in rooms full of people who gossiped about his past and still call him my man. I lied to my parents. I defended him when my own friends told me to run. I invested in him, not just money, but years. I’m talking late-night calls, bailing him out of bad deals, fighting his battles. And you know what he did with all that? He ghosted me. Like I was an invoice he forgot to pay.” She chuckles darkly. “Picture this: You buy a ticket, fly across states to surprise your man. You think you’re about to have that movie moment where he runs into your arms. But instead? Radio silence. No calls. No texts. Just vanished. Like your loyalty is disposa

[2018, June] "It's time to move on, Grace. How many years has it been?" Grace glanced briefly at Nita, her closest office mate, as she cleaned up the papers on her desk. "Don't start," she cut Nita off, not wanting to get more stressed after a long day. However, Nita seemed determined to continue. "You've been waiting for a guy who has ghosted you for years. We met four years ago, right? But he’s already gone. In fact, you told me that a year after you two separated, the communication stopped. That means he probably has a life where he is now and wants to forget you. So, don’t expect him to come back," she expressed her opinion at length, anxious to see her friend stop holding on to somethin

"I just laid my heart open for you, didn't I? The least you could do is give me a round of applause. A little recognition for my emotional development." I let out a loud, breathless chuckle and brought my hand down, smacking the top of his head with a solid thwack. "Shut up, you absolute idiot. You don't get a medal for basic human communication after ghosting me for twenty-one days." The number felt significant on my tongue… I'd counted every single one of them.

SAMANTHA He ghosted me. He actually ghosted me. I paced my apartment like a crazy person, bare feet slapping against the cold floor, my phone clenched tight in my hand. A week. Seven full days. No text. No call. Not even a glance on campus. Just... silence. I stopped pacing long enough to glare at my phone. Still nothing. "This is worse than when he used to pay me to sleep with him," I muttered, hurling the phone onto my bed like it had personally offended me.

Enrique stared at his assistant, wondering she could help his situation before finally saying, "I need your honest opinion about something important, it's not work related, though." Grace wondered what that could be, but smiled before saying, "of course, Sir." "I kind of ghosted my girlfriend since last Saturday and she seems to be mad at me now. What do you suggest I should do?" Enrique asked, quirking his eyebrows. He looked so confused about it, Grace found it really funny because he was always so confident. She also felt flattered because as far as she knew, he had said their relationship was simply a fake one, so she couldn't understand why he was so bothered about the fact that she had

he asked I looked at him, I couldn’t just open up to a total stranger, I can’t tell him what’s bothering me, okay, let’s say I wanted to talk to him about it, what would I say? That my husband is fucking another woman maybe right now and the man I thought I felt a little closeness to, even though I shouldn’t considering our history, decided to ghost me and what good would that even do me? I mean, the last person I opened up to is actively ghosting me. That’s some vulnerable shit. So I just shoved the thoughts away.

“I shouldn’t have… I had no idea.” “Exactly,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. “You didn’t ask. You just assumed, jumped to conclusions, and turned this all into some petty drama. I need space, Pete. Do you understand that?” He hesitated, glancing at me with uncertainty. “Does that space include… Issa?” I let out a harsh scoff, shaking my head. “You know, I’m actually glad I ghosted you,” I replied coldly. “Insecure men aren’t my type.” With that, I turned on my heel and walked away, not sparing him another glance.

I pointed out, and he sighed. “Can you just not be friends with her?” He asked, plainly and I was a little surprised. “I don’t just go around ghosting people for no reason. You have to give me a solid reason why I shouldn’t be friends with her. You can’t just handpick my friends. Is she a murderer or a blabbermouth or you feel she’s a bad influence? You should explain more if you really want me to stop being friends with her.” I told him, and he leaned his head backwards and sighed.

"I feel bad, honestly. For not saying anything or cutting her off. I've just been ignoring her." "You had sex with her that day," I reminded him. "You can't just ghost a girl like that, Bush." "I can if she's a giant bitch." I snorted but tried to recover my serious face. "There's nothing giant about that girl." "You know what I mean," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "We've been on the outs long enough now. That just made things more final for me." I hoped he met someone better in college. He deserved that.

I muttered to the empty air. The ceiling didn't answer. I rolled onto my side and reached for my phone. It was already in my hand before I’d even consciously decided to pick it up. I stared at her contact—Isabella—and the little avatar she’d picked out months ago. My thumb hovered over the glass, trembling just enough for me to notice. What do you even say to someone who is treating you like a ghost? Why are you doing this? No, sounds like a jerk. Did I mess up? No, sounds desperate.