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She typed back: Exactly.
Chloe thought it was a joke. Then she tried it.
Slowly, she opened the app settings and found the button she’d missed before: Restore all data. Including the pain.
The app refreshed with a new tagline: “Boyfriend free. Heart full. Welcome back.” boyfriend free
He replied three dots. Then: It’s 3 a.m.
The app had a new notification: You are now boyfriend-free. Would you like to upgrade to “feeling-free”? No more longing. No more loneliness. No more love. One-time offer.
She ignored it.
Her phone buzzed with twelve backlogged messages, twelve ghosts returning at once. She winced, then smiled—actually smiled, for the first time in weeks.
The premise was simple: you swipe on men, but instead of matching for romance, you matched for the void they left behind. A guy who ghosted you after three perfect dates? Swipe right, and the app would ensure you never saw him at a coffee shop or mutual friend’s party again. An ex who still liked your Instagram posts from two years ago? Erased from your algorithm. A situationship who sent mixed signals? The app would filter his number out of your phone—no block, no drama, just a clean, quiet disappearance.
And for the first time, she didn’t need an app to decide what came next. She typed back: Exactly
Then came a Thursday when she woke up and couldn’t remember what it felt like to want someone. Not heartbreak—just… absence. She looked at a cute barista and felt nothing. A friend described her own messy breakup, and Chloe nodded blankly, as if reading a weather report for a city she’d never visited.
She pressed it.