Undying Love💔: The Haunting of a Heart

In my heart, I believed that the love Will and I shared would carry us through the challenges of life. Two years together, and the honeymoon phase was still an endless embrace. But fate had a cruel twist in store for us, one that would shatter our blissful world.

That fateful night, I received a call that would change everything. It was Will's mother, her voice quivering with grief as she delivered the unthinkable news. He had fallen onto the train tracks late at night, a tragic accident with no witnesses and malfunctioning security cameras. The only remnants of his existence were pieces of his shattered body strewn across those merciless tracks.

I tried to move on without him, to fill the void he had left behind, but the pain was unbearable. Will was gone, and there was nothing left but the lingering ache of his absence. That is, until that eerie call at 3 in the morning.

"Hello?" I groggily answered the phone. Heavy breathing on the other end sent chills down my spine. A voice, unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar, finally spoke, "…did you make it home?" The line went dead. I stared at the caller ID in disbelief—it was Will's number. How could he be calling from beyond the grave?

Desperation led me to inquire about what happened to his phone with his mother. Her eyes welled with tears as she confessed that they never found his phone among the gruesome remnants. The calls continued, mainly at night, filled with cryptic messages like "hello" and "where are you." A part of me began to resent Will for dying, as it seemed his passing had brought this torment into my life.

One day, on a train ride home from class, I saw him. Will, standing at the doors with his back to me. I tapped his shoulder, and he turned to face me. But the face that met my gaze was not his—the warmth in his eyes had been replaced by an unsettling emptiness. As the doors opened, he stepped out onto the platform and leaped onto the tracks, meeting a gruesome end beneath the approaching train.

I woke up with a jolt, still on the train. His bloodstains on the windows had vanished. Had it all been a macabre dream?

Lying in my bed that night, I wished for a world where Will hadn't died. I texted his number, inviting him to meet me at the train station where I last saw him. He didn't reply, but something inside me believed he would be there.

Standing before the empty station, I was engulfed by an eerie calm. Footsteps broke the silence, and there he was, Will, shining like the moon in the darkness. He looked perfect, just as I remembered. The reasons I'd fallen in love with him flooded back.

Tears welled in my eyes as I approached him with open arms. "I can't live without you," I whispered.

"Then die."

When I looked into his eyes, I recoiled in horror. His face, half torn, with one eye hanging grotesquely from its socket, was a nightmare. In a final, brutal act, Will pushed me onto the tracks, and the oncoming train tore my body apart.

In those fleeting moments before the darkness claimed me, I understood that I had been alone all along. The calls, the visions—it was all a cruel illusion. I was never meant to be saved.

Thank you for reading this story, and I hope you have a memorable Valentine's Day, whether spent alone or with someone special. Goodbye, for now, but not forever.