Healingandhurting Histoires

I have lived most of my life in fragments, with doctor visits, soft-spoken condolences, and eyes that never meet mine for too long. I'm the girl with the oxygen tank; the one people smile at out of pity and then pass by. We were kids when the world still felt infinite before the sickness settled in my lungs before he learned how to look away. Before I stopped expecting him to stay. He was my beginning. my next-door everything. Until middle school swallowed him whole and spit out someone colder. Someone popular. Someone who stopped saying my name like it meant something. Now, years later, I still wonder what might've happened if things had been different. If he'd looked back. If I asked him to. But life isn't a series of second chances. It's breath by breath, moment by moment and not everyone gets to finish the story they started. I just hope, when I'm gone, he remembers me the way I remember him-completely, endlessly like I never had a choice.

In a world scented with memories and stained with longing, Luna Luisse finds herself walking the fragile line between dreams and reality. As shadows from her past intertwine with the choices of her present, she must navigate love, loss, and a lingering scent that refuses to fade. Some fragrances never leave... And some hearts never forget.

It wasn't a dream. Not quite. But it wasn't real either, not in the way pain usually is. He was standing across the street, under a flickering lamp, hair damp from the rain. His hands were in his pockets, head tilted slightly, like he'd been waiting. Like he always waited. For her. Mahveen didn't move. Didn't breathe. Even in this half-made memory, she knew what came next. The look. The ache. The silence. That almost-smile of his that never reached his eyes. "You came," she whispered, though no sound left her mouth. Zayyan blinked. Once. Twice. He opened his mouth, but no words came. They never did. The streetlight dimmed. His figure blurred. And just like that - he was gone. Again. She woke up, gasping quietly, hand clutching the bracelet on her wrist like it could hold him in place. It didn't. He was always just out of reach. That's the thing about reveries. They feel like home until you open your eyes.

Quiet Catastrophe is a dark, intimate tale of two broken lives colliding by accident and binding by pain. Raghav, a Class 12 student drowning in academic pressure, family silence, and the aftershocks of a failed love, meets Prisha in the most tragic way possible-on a road that changes both their fates forever. As hospital walls witness confessions, guilt, and fragile connections, their shared wounds begin to speak louder than words. This is not a story about saving someone. It's about being seen, even for a moment-before everything falls apart.