The Broken Suitcase
He said he had been waiting for her for five years now. She said she would come but never did. As he dragged his suitcase away, he whispered something that made my blood run cold.
Stories for those who loved and lost in the dark
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He said he had been waiting for her for five years now. She said she would come but never did. As he dragged his suitcase away, he whispered something that made my blood run cold.
The campus heartbreaker who made promises he never kept, finally fell for someone who treated him the same way. That night, drunk and broken, he blurted out her name—and my world shattered too.
"I like to bleed," she said with a strange smile. That night on the train, I woke to find her standing over me, blood dripping from her mouth. By dawn, she was gone—but someone else was not so lucky.
Some stories don't have happy endings. Some loves leave scars instead of memories. This is a space for those stories—the ones that ache, the ones that linger, the ones we carry like stones in our pockets.
Cold Lovers is a collection of short fiction exploring the darker corridors of the heart. These are tales of missed connections, quiet goodbyes, and the ghosts we make of the living.
Every story here is fiction, but every emotion is real. Because sometimes the only way to understand our own heartbreak is to read someone else's.
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