I wake up. A thin line of sunlight points to the right side of the bed. Her side. She’s not there. Haven’t been there for quite a while now. I stret...

She was a Scandinavian. Well, she didn’t look like the picture I had in my head of one. Born and raised in Denmark, Chilean dad and Danish mom. She looked...

I tried to fuck my way out of pain, but it was worse than fighting to get out of quicksand. I got deeper in suffering and despair the more I fucked around, so I...

Her voice was low, like a whisper. “I think I love you” she said, staring at me. I stayed silent for a few seconds, looking into her eyes. She has been a bitch ...