Spirits

 How will I see everyone I care about in one place? I will certainly miss this room, when will be my next chance to be here, maybe it depends on Seniority. Till then, I wait, but no one knew I will be given another chance without retreating to the places I fantasized. But some left and no one knows where they are, did they help start a new life? Will I see them again? Maybe it was me who assembled everyone to become what was me, now I'm left with some who held on so tightly. And others helplessly screaming inside someone or somewhere, universe tells me if you can't go to them, they will come to me at the right time.

Ache

 It's sweet how memories stand at our doorway, whispering to us trying to help us remember things. Sometimes we fail to respond, and then look far thinking what she was trying to tell, you can see her, hear her giving back some memories. What if I had listened that day, I missed just like those rainy days.

Short story practice.

 Once there was a kid who was always smiling, his life was perfect, he excelled at everything he did, he never failed in his life, and one day he died.

Once there was a kid who was always smiling, then his smile began to fade, his Life wasn't perfect, tragedies came one after another until he died and came back.

Once there was a kid who had no other response other than smiling, his life was perfect, he told himself things that made him happy, he never felt the need of others, then one day he shed that part of him and became a better version of himself.

Victory comes first then the better part and the sad one.