After living a long life, one day we will leave this world. What will be left behind? Worn-out clothes? Unnecessary belongings? Or forgotten memories? What will be left after we die? For many, we will be gone and forgotten as ordinary people. Wouldn't it be nice if people could remember something after our death? It might be really bad to be non-existent, to be forgotten, like nothing that you have done in your life. That's why I write even if no one reads it. I hope that after my death what I write will remain here. And I hope that one day anyone looking at the stories here will see this little profile and discover the world of an ordinary writer.

" You kissed me twice without my consent and now envy the girls around me. Miss Serra, you are being naughty." This story is about Nikil and Serra, who cross paths due to accidents once every 10 years. In the end, they eventually fall in love and strive to live a better life with their friends and family.