An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green.
A wardrobe full of clothes that still had their tags on.
A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies.

In the dimly lit attic, she uncovered an empty suitcase, its hollow interior echoing with the weight of forgotten moments. It was a vessel of memories, waiting to be filled once more.

As she sifted through the dusty relics of the past,...