Heartlines Stories

Prologue "Some People Ghost You. Some People Haunt You." There was no eye contact across a crowded metro. No slow-motion scene in a bookstore. No spark over spilt coffee and shared glances. It started how most accidental Gen Z connections do - through a f***ed-up meme page at 2:13 AM. @shayaribeforebed. The post said: "Unsent messages hit harder than breakups." Rahul didn't overthink it. Just replied: "mood." A ping. "fr 🫠" from someone called @sidhixnotyours. He clicked. No blue tick. No aesthetic feed. Just blurry zines, a few story highlights titled 'rage', 'safe', and 'not anymore'. They weren't supposed to talk. But they did. And kept doing it. One night turned into playlists, 3AM voice notes, digital soul-baring, trauma-dumps disguised as 'just venting,' screenshots shared instead of feelings confessed. She said, "Don't catch feelings." He said, "Cool. I don't do that." That was the first lie. They never had a label. Just situationships, unsaid boundaries, close stories, and missed calls that felt too loaded to return. She was never his. But somehow... she's the only one he never moved on from. And now, after a year of read receipts turned ghost towns, Rahul's back. Not for closure. But for truth. Raw, late, selfish maybe - but still honest. This is my story. Or maybe... ours.

unlearning and learning. unloving and loving. bitter and sweet.

After being diagnosed with severe Cardiac Dysrhythmia, April Summers has a life of living on the edge, waiting for her heart to give out. She lived vicariously, knowing she had a limited time to do all the things she wanted, she wasn't prepared to lead a long life. Until she met someone special, who made it a whole lot harder to come to terms with the fact that they wouldn't be able to grow old together. Warnings: talk of death, mentions of suicide, fatal illness and sexual references.