Novel & Cerita Should I Ghost Him

“Maybe I should give him another chance. He’s just a little suffocating.” “Have you told him that?” “No!” she gasps. “Maybe you should, and he’ll give you some space.” “I’ve thought about it, but the right time never came up.” “So you’d rather ghost him instead,” I laugh. “If the spark isn’t there then don’t settle. But if you want to be with him without things getting too serious, let him know and see if he’s game. Though I’m sure if you’re offering sex, he’s going to go with whatever you say.”

"Watch it, or I'll sue you for defamation." Rebecca clutched her pearls. "Oof. Someone's touchy. Did we hit a nerve?" I didn't waste breath on their cringey duet. Gavin just leaned into his smirk. "Look, for old time's sake, I can't watch you spiral." He soaked in the attention. "My company's about to go pre-IPO. If you apologize, I MIGHT throw you a janitor gig. Beats bottle hunting—and hey, it even comes with a little dignity."

he murmured. “I still do.” “Then why do you touch it when you’re mad?” Ghost’s throat worked. “Maybe it reminds me what I lost.” The air between them trembled. For a heartbeat, Ghost thought he might actually close the space might actually reach for him but instead he stood, walking away before he did something he couldn’t take back.

I already ate two tamales and regret not getting more. I smiled. But didn’t text back. The screen returned to the home page, and my hand drifted back to the mouse. That lasted maybe ten minutes. Then I opened message app again. Seriously. You can’t just disappear like this. You got married, and left chaos behind. If you need help, say something. But don’t ghost everyone. Message sent. But still just one gray checkmark. I stared at the screen, for a long time. Until the ping of a new email snapped me out of it.

"I tried to stay away from her, and then I saw her tonight in that blue, glittery cheerleading outfit, and I completely forgot the reason I ghosted her." "You ghosted her?" Arc turns his head to me, his eyes accusing. "That's a bit immature, don't you think?" "In my defense, I've never been in a relationship before." I shrug. It was hell not replying to her texts, but I thought she'd eventually forget about me and move on. Now I know that was stupid of me, but I can be very hotheaded sometimes, especially when things don't go my way. "And I have a proposition for you." I continue. "But that's only if Juliet agrees."

she replies. "It's private," I say. "If you wanted to keep your love life private, maybe you shouldn't have hooked up with one of the most famous guys on the planet," she says. "Not that I actually think anything like that went on between you two. Looks only count for so much. You're not just a loser, Ghost. You're mental, anyone can see it five miles off. There has to be some other reason he was at your house, and I want to know what it is."

I exhaled, staring at his phone number which I had gotten from the phone program form he had filled out. Chewing my inner cheek, my brain running through a series of contemplation if it was worth it. And I couldn’t find any reasonable answer. After he left my apartment, guilt ate me raw and I felt absolutely terrible. I didn’t mean to act like a dick. And he has made it clear countless times that he likes me and possibly wants a relationship but I just can’t give him that. My life is too shitty and fucked up to add him to my pile of problems. Last night I couldn’t sleep one bit, tossing and turning on my bed, while I was restless about seeing him today in school but he ghosted again.

I questioned, and he turned silent. "I don't want to talk about what I saw the both of you do today, but that wasn't proper, you should know that. Don't let her kiss you next time. Besides that, help me go check on her." "Why can't you do it yourself?" "She has been ghosting me." "Just why on earth shouldn't she ghost her future eliminator?" "That's enough, just stop talking and check on her." "It's your responsibility," he said, and I shook my head before standing straight.

“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.”

It is highly unlikely that I will ever see him again; I can safely say that he has ghosted me. My mood has changed just because his name was brought up; I'm fascinated with him, even though I know I should have moved on by now. I pull up his texts on my phone and go through them. I have been attempting to determine what caused him to terminate their communication, and I have been looking for hints as to what led him to come to that conclusion. I'm in such a drunken haze that I manage to send him a text message, but thank God I'm not so intoxicated that I really send it.