Ghosted Stories

He didn't say goodbye. He didn't give a reason. He just... left. Neel wasn't supposed to be like the others. He was kind, broken, and the only person who stayed when everything else was falling apart. Until the day he disappeared and blocked her from his life like she meant nothing. She waited. For days. For months. For him. But he never came back. Until four years later. A single request. A silent return. And feelings she never really let go of. But some questions don't fade with time. Why did he leave? And why does it still hurt like he never did?

Ang pag-ibig na hindi mo hinanap, dumating ng mabilis, banayad, at parang himalang hindi mo inakala. Pero kung gaano kabilis itong pumasok sa buhay mo, ganoon din kabilis itong naglaho, iniwan kang may hawak na alaala na parang kumukupas sa bawat araw. Ito ang kwento ng babaeng nanatili matapos siyang mawala, kung paano niya hinarap ang katahimikan na iniwan niya, ang mga tanong na walang sagot, at ang lakas na natutunan niyang buuin mula sa puwang na iniwan ng isang pag-ibig na dumaan lang sandali.

This story is about my stranger. The one that got away. A train ticket, a borrowed jumper, and late-night walks."

When the Flame Forgot Her Name is a lyrical journey through love, loss, longing, and the quiet unraveling of identity. Through fragments of poetry, whispers of memory, and sparks of healing, this series traces the path of a woman once consumed by desire-now learning to rise from her own ashes.

Valerie's life was weird enough. Then she met the dead boy with the guitar. Or should I say dead boys? Now there's late-night jam sessions, ghost drama, and feelings she definitely wasn't planning to catch. It's fine. Everything's fine. Probably.

Yuna Rafael hi I'm yuna isa akong college student sobrang simple kolang babae dinga ako marunong mag make up WHAHAHA

A love that shows age doesn't matter when you are loving someone. Love maybe stupid but it brings us happiness that we can't control ourselves falling deeper than we expected. Is it really love or just attraction? He who does have a crush over a girl that is six years ahead of him and said that it doesn't matter if she's younger or older than him but he's still undecided whether he'll pursue the girl she has crush on. And She who is over thinking about their age gap and what might her family will say about their relationship and afraid to open up herself again to someone. What if they neglect their what ifs and go on with what they feel about each other? Are they brave enough?

he never left the game, but he left her in it

A chance encounter in the rain brings two childhood friends back together after years apart. What was meant to be a simple reunion stirs old emotions, unresolved pasts, and a secret that one of them carries-one that others are starting to talk about. "We should do this again," he said, his voice hopeful. "I can't," I whispered, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Why?" I hesitated, feeling the weight of everything I couldn't say. "Because some things are better left unsaid." As whispers spread and the truth threatens to surface, will love be enough to withstand what has been hidden for so long? Or will the past finally catch up with them? This story is also available in his pov so do check it out :)

Soft ghosting, or slow fading, is when someone stops replying to your messages little by little. Breadcrumbing is when someone sends you just enough messages to get your hopes up, but not enough to progress the relationship. Sa'n ka sa dalawa? Love starts with being strangers to friends to lovers and ends with lovers to strangers. Bakit kaya ang daming na ghost ngayon? Yung tipong nasa no label relationship ka, lagi mong ka chat yung tao. Lagi mo ka video call, ka text, ka tawagan pero nung na attach ka na, bigla nalang hindi nagparamdam. Feel me? Yung gabi gabi mong tinatanong ang sarili mo kung anong nagawa mo kung bakit hindi na sya nag cha chat Sayo, bakit hindi na sya nagpaparamdam sayo. Yung pati halaga mo natatanong mo na. Ayaw niya lang ba talaga sayo o ayaw niya lang mag commit? Wanna know how I was ghosted and breadcrumbed? So here's my story. _skyeeeee

"Two years of silence. Two years of what-ifs." Krae Grayson Quintill was a man everyone feared...cold, unapproachable, and broken for over seven years. His past turned him into the devil people whispered about. But when Kaeisha Ashliegh came into his life, she became the only one who dared to stand against his walls. She almost pulled him out of his darkness... until he vanished without a trace. Two years apart. One final conversation. In a world where words were left unsaid, and time became both a healer and a thief, two souls meet again after years of distance. But will this reunion bring them peace... or open wounds they've long tried to forget?

Mira has always loved too deeply-and every time, it ended the same. Used. Ghosted. Forgotten. Now, she's talking to Caleb. He's sweet. Different. Maybe even what she's been waiting for. But when things start to feel too familiar-when silence creeps in-Mira finds herself begging him to stay... even if it slowly breaks her. She gave everything. Again. Will Caleb be just another heartbreak? Or will Mira finally find the love she's been searching for all along?

This is the detailed life of someone who wants to understand each day as she experiences life. Read along if you're drawn, it's here for anyone that has experienced the same or can relate..

A heartfelt story of fleeting love and fragile connections, where two souls share an intense, beautiful two-week journey that changes everything-only to face the painful silence that follows. "Two Weeks of You" explores the delicate balance between hope, heartbreak, and healing in the space where love lingers and fades.

I've been through things I can't fully explain - not because they're too dark, but because words can't carry what silence holds better. I used to love deeply. I used to believe people meant what they said. But when you've been broken enough times, you start memorizing the pattern of pain - who stays just long enough to leave, who smiles while they're walking away. Maybe I've healed wrong. Maybe I've just gotten used to the ache. But I'm still here - somewhere inside these walls I built. I didn't become cold out of choice. I became cold out of survival.

A short story. English Version. *the photo is not mine. Credits to Pinterest.

Tula para sa iniwan ng walang paalam. Tula para sa nagtatanong kung bakt at ano ang nangyari. Paano nga ba at saan nagsimula. Nasaan ka na?

I don't know what to say, just read it and you'll see. 😅