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The art of ghosting is... interesting to say the least
It starts with a message, then messages turn to calls, and calls turn to FaceTimes
You get used to the sound of their voice and start to believe it means something
And then... nothing
A message sent, but never seen
A call that rings once, then dies and goes straight to voicemail
Then a FaceTime that turns into a missed call, and suddenly... you're left talking to yourself
You start to make excuses for them in hopes that this is all just a misunderstanding
Like, "Maybe they're busy"
"Maybe something came up"
You tell yourself they'll come back, because... they always do, right?
But deep down... you feel it
This is the beginning of the end
And then... they block you
Not just from their phone
But from their life
No goodbye
No explanation
No closure
It's just silence
And somehow... that silence is the loudest sound you will ever get to hear in your life
And it hurts more than anything they could've ever said to you
And now... It's just you all over again
Grieving someone who's still alive, but chose to disappear
And the worst part?
The world keeps moving
Like they were never there
And like you never mattered...
Damn