Not every disappearance has to be dramatic. Sometimes I just fade out, no theatrics, no messy exit, no “we need to talk.” It’s not cruel, it’s clean. Call it respectful ghosting. You’ll check your phone, realize it’s been a week, and suddenly I’m gone like a WiFi signal in the middle of nowhere.
And here’s the kicker: I don’t even owe you closure. Ghosting with grace is still ghosting, but at least I leave you with peace instead of fireworks. You won’t know what went wrong, but you won’t have screenshots of me being messy either. Consider it the luxury package of toxic exits.
Tessa’s Final Thought: Disappearing doesn’t always have to be cruel. Sometimes silence is the kindest chaos.
Disclaimer: This blog is for entertainment only. Tessa is not responsible for unanswered texts, abrupt endings, or the false sense of maturity you’ll assign to being ghosted politely.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	 
																	