Grieving Soul Retire Novels & Stories

"Before what?" "I'm scared of myself! ...that I wake up and everything is still the same as it is now! It hurts so much... Why does it hurt so much? ....nothing but emptiness and the worst pain... how can a person you love... leave something like that behind!.... i just don't want to wake up and feel like this again!!! ....I can't TJ anymore!" "Shhhhh, stop talking like that! I'll stay here with you until you sleep again! I drive away all the demons and spirits he left behind and you are just safe with me…. OK?"

And this class is full of them. "Good afternoon, everyone. Today is going to be a little different.....," Sarah, the new grief leader, says as she walks over to hold Elaine's hand. "Today, we are going to focus on Elaine Graham and Janelle Graham..... They lost a loved one only two days ago......Ms. Graham, please let it out. Everyone in this room has lost someone," Sarah says as she turns her attention entirely to Elaine. "I....I. I'm not ready to bury my baby. I was supposed to be gone long before my girls," Elaine manages to get out before breaking into tears.

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

It meant that even after I was gone, my parents weren't left on their own. They had with them a bouquet of pink lilacs, and they spread out a picnic mat beside my grave. "It's been such a long time, Cassidy. We all miss you. I've been studying abroad for the past few years and just came back a couple of days ago." He arranged the flowers as he spoke, as though I were still there with them. I couldn't help smiling when I heard his words. I walked over and sat down on the picnic mat with them. It felt like we were just out for a casual outing.

They stood there in silence, arms around one another, the world outside slowly paling to dusk. It wasn't the end of war. It was the beginning of something soft. Something sacred. The life they had fought so crazily to maintain… was theirs now. Meanwhile…. Manager Kim of Rivera Models penthouse apartment in New York strode like a lion in a glass cage, normally calm man now striding in annoyance. Retire? RETIRE?! he bellowed, waving his phone around as though it had stabbed him in the back. "Why can she retire without me knowing about it?!"

"I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up." I felt something inside me shatter. Not just my heart—something deeper. Something irreparable. I looked straight into his eyes, searching for even the smallest hint of regret. A flicker of guilt. Anything. Just Any—thing. But all I saw was indifference. Slowly, I pulled the ring off my finger and placed it in his palm. “What are you doing? Breaking up with me?” he asked, confused. I inhaled sharply, my lips curving into a bitter smile.

​She was wearing her old, grease-stained flight suit, her bronze eyes flashing with that familiar, defiant fire. ​"If you’re seeing this, it means the audit is finally over," the hologram said, her voice crackling with the ghost of the old world. "Don't spend too much time crying over my dirt, Kaelen. There are a billion stars out there that still think they’re 'Assets.' There are a billion Gutters that haven't seen a rose yet." ​She paused, looking off-camera as if someone were calling her name. ​"Leo’s waiting for me. We’ve got a garden to start on the other side of the veil. Take care of the Green, kid. And remember... a Vane never pays retail for their soul."

Grief and sorrow, Judy saw it all from the loveliest eyes she had ever seen in her life. Even though she had realized it, Judy didn't really understand why the sadness seemed so deep in her eyes. "Yes, I see..." "This morning I bumped into Jia, she looked so gloomy, I could even see the remnants of tears in her eyes. Jia told me that she missed someone she had raised for 15 years like her own son. I asked her why she missed someone she met almost every day? Jia told me, that figure does exist, but his soul has gone and may not be whole again,"

Someone trying to smile, forcing herself to look normal, and happy and carefree. As much as I tried to get over the death of Tara, I couldn't. My sadness became a hollowness, once in a while, it was a shell, holding in a thousand oceans of tears. Other times, it held a thousand pieces of glass that wedged in between my soul and my body. For every time I remembered my loss, where there was once love, light and laughter, was now an aching hollowness.