Novel & Cerita Should I Ghost Him

He walked onto the stage and reached out, trying to shake my hand, pretending to be a magnanimous veteran. "Congratulations. Lucky race, kid." He spoke through clenched teeth in a low voice. I looked at his hand suspended in the air and didn't move. I walked straight past him to the host and took the microphone from his hand. Then I turned and aimed the microphone at the live broadcast cameras. "Today, I'm standing here not only because of luck." My voice passed through the massive speakers, spreading across the entire circuit and into the livestream. The whole place went quiet. Everyone sensed that something was wrong.

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.

NIRVANA “Yup.” She was still finding the boyfriend in the crowd. “I went to his house, and he wasn’t there. We’re supposed to meet there, but he’s gonna ghost me again.” Huh. “Try calling him again. If he won’t answer, maybe he’s ghosting you. And maybe he’s not good for you.” “What made you say that?” She arched a perfect brow at me. “If a guy is committed, he won’t be late to your date, and he will come and pick you up. Maybe you should do the same.” I shrugged. I didn’t know why I was wasting my time, but it was probably because she was a client.

I open the message. Nathan - Oh, you're online. Finally, you decided to come out of hiding. I take a deep breath. Here we go again with people I know always complaining about how I ghost online. I begin to type my response. Me - I won't act like I didn't ghost , but you should know that I'm not really a social media person. He replies almost instantly. Nathan - Now that you are back, what have you been up to? Me - Right now, I am in a cab heading home.

For now. She flopped back on her bed, headphones in, humming some mindless pop song like she hadn’t just cracked open the vault of my past. Meanwhile, I sat there, paralyzed. My mind was a thunderstorm: What if it’s him? What if he saw me? What if he’s here because of me? No. No, don’t be stupid. I ghosted him. I ghosted everyone. He should hate me. He probably moved on. Got a new number. New life. New girl.

I asked, rubbing my head thoughtfully. “Ava! I thought you wanted to ghost him?” Bonnie reminded me of what I had said earlier. “But you can text him just to see if he’s okay.” I nodded in agreement. “Yes. I’ll just text him to see if he’s okay and ghost him afterward. He’s a nice guy, that’s the least I can do.” After talking to Bonnie for a few more minutes, the call finally came to an end. I contemplated texting Marcus but I decided to wait for a few more minutes.

A new message from Ghost waited. Ghost: You’re thinking about quitting. Don’t. Aria’s heart slammed against her ribs. How the hell did he know? She hadn’t told anyone. Hadn’t posted anything. Ghost: You don’t want normal, Aria. You’re addicted to this now. To me. I can give you things no college degree ever will. She typed back angrily. Aria: You don’t know me. Stop pretending you do. Ghost: I know you better than you know yourself. Check your email.

I also use light make-up to enhance my natural beauty. I was holding onto my mobile phone before going. I read the flood of messages from the men with whom I flirted last week. Why are they still contacting me after I've already ghosted them? "Why should I feel guilty?" I asked after turning off my phone. "I know they'll ghost me too; I was just doing it early."

I shake my head. “I don’t know.” He still looks shocked. “I can’t believe they would actually cheat on us. Especially not with each other. Would they? That’s still considered cheating, isn’t it?” “What do we do?” “Go in there and ask to join them, bonehead.” Ghost urges. “Bro, I’m half a second from blocking you.” I warn him. “You wanna figure out how to deal with the imaginary exploding bombs and mouth full of blood by yourself?” “You’re turning into a fucking buzzkill like Saint and Bronx.” He gets a last word in and lays down to pout.

Like who seriously would want to be called Ghost when he is still fucking alive. not to worry, I plan on making his name a reality after sniffing the life out of him. I lifted my head to face scarlet jovial and lively face turn into a serious question-filled face. Fuck! What did I just do? I am not supposed to know who Ghost is? What if she goes telling her man about what I just said. this is why it's never a good idea to talk to anyone. I should have just kept my mouth shut. “Who is a ghost?” She asked looking at me puzzled.