@moonlitmuseee_: The trip was supposed to end with a proposal. Hidden inside Lena's backpack was a small velvet box she'd checked at least twenty times that morning. Miu had caught her smiling to herself more than once. "What?" Miu asked suspiciously. "Nothing." "Lena..." "I'm literally just looking at my girlfriend." "You're being weird." "I'm always weird." Miu rolled her eyes, but a smile escaped anyway. "You're lucky you're pretty." "I know." They had spent a week sailing through crystal-blue waters, hopping from one island to another. No phones. No work. No interviews. No meetings. Just the two of them. Lena had planned every detail. The final sunset. A quiet beach. A candlelit dinner. Then she'd ask the question she'd been rehearsing for months. On the morning they were supposed to sail back to the mainland, the weather changed. The captain frowned at the dark clouds gathering on the horizon. "We should leave now." The sea was calm when they departed. An hour later... It wasn't. Rain slammed against the deck. The wind howled. Waves rose higher than the yacht itself. Passengers screamed as the boat lurched violently. "Miu!" "I'm here!" Lena fought against the wind, reaching for her. Their fingers met. For one brief second, Lena thought she'd made it. Then a massive wave crashed over the side. The force ripped them apart. "Miu!" "Lena!" The last thing Lena saw was Miu disappearing beneath the black water. When Lena opened her eyes... Everything smelled like antiseptic. A hospital. She tried to sit up. Pain shot through her body. "Miu..." No one answered. Her parents rushed to her bedside. They looked relieved. They also looked terrified. "Where's Miu?" Silence. "Lena..." "Where's Miu?" The doctor lowered his head. "The search is still ongoing." The search lasted twenty-three days. The coast guard searched hundreds of square kilometers. Divers descended into waters too dangerous for ordinary rescue teams. Helicopters flew until there was nowhere left to look. Nothing. No body. No life jacket. No belongings. Not even the engagement ring. On the twenty-fourth day... The search was officially suspended. The report contained only one sentence. Missing at sea. Presumed dead. Lena stared at those words until the ink blurred beneath her tears. "No." She whispered it at first. Then louder. "No!" She crumpled the report in her hands. "She's out there." "You just didn't look hard enough." No one knew how to answer her. Because sometimes... The ocean doesn't return what it takes. The funeral was held without a body. Lena refused to wear black. She stood in front of an empty casket, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of the suit Miu had once picked out for her. "I look too serious in this," Lena had complained while trying it on. Miu had laughed. "You always look serious." "I don't." "You do." "...Fine." That had been six months before the trip. Now it was the last thing Lena could remember without it hurting. People hugged her. "I'm sorry for your loss." "She's in a better place." "You have to be strong." Lena thanked them politely. The moment she got home, she locked herself in the bedroom and broke down. The engagement ring was still inside the velvet box. She couldn't even look at it. The years crawled by. Lena stopped sailing. Stopped filming documentaries. Stopped celebrating birthdays. The woman who had once chased the sea now couldn't stand the sound of waves. She moved to a small apartment overlooking the city instead of the coast. Anywhere but the ocean. Yet every night... She dreamed of the storm. Every night... She woke up hearing Miu scream her name. Five years later. Lena had finally returned to work as a photographer. She preferred quiet assignments now. No oceans. No boats. Just people. One afternoon, she was covering a small maritime exhibit at a local museum. She wandered absentmindedly through the displays until an old photograph caught her eye. It showed a tiny fishing village on a remote island. Ordinary enough... Except for one detail. Standing near the dock was a woman. Continuation ⬇️

ᵖˡˢ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎 :

Part 6️⃣ (Final Part) "I miss you when you're not around." "And when you smile..." She laughed through happy tears. "...my heart feels full." She reached into her pocket. There was a small velvet box. Not the one Lena had carried for years. A new one. Lena stared at it in shock. "Miu..." "You were supposed to ask me first." "I know." Miu smiled. "But I already made you wait five years." "I think it's my turn." She got down on one knee in the sand. The villagers, noticing what was happening, slowly fell silent. Only the sound of the waves remained. "Lena Schuett." "I may not remember the life we had." "But I remember the life we're building." "I fell in love with you once..." She smiled. "...even if I can't remember it." "And somehow..." "I've fallen in love with you all over again." "So..." She opened the box. Inside was a simple silver ring crafted by the island's local jeweler. "Will you marry me?" Lena didn't answer. She simply burst into tears, laughing as she pulled Miu into a tight embrace. "Yes." "Of course yes." "You've always been my home." The villagers erupted into cheers and applause. The elderly fisherman wiped away a tear. "I told you she'd find her way back," he whispered to his wife. A year later, Lena and Miu returned to the island not because they had nowhere else to go, but because it had become part of their story. They were married on the same beach where they had found each other again. Barefoot in the sand. Surrounded by the villagers who had saved Miu's life. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lena slipped the wedding band onto Miu's finger. "No matter what happens," Lena whispered, her forehead resting against Miu's, "if the world ever tries to take you from me again..." Miu smiled and finished the sentence they used to say before every trip. "...You'll find me." Lena laughed softly. "I'll always find you." The ocean had once stolen years from them. But it could never steal what mattered most. Because memories may fade. Storms may separate people. Time may change everything. But a love that chooses each other again and again and will always find its way home. END.

jinndtonic :

This should be their next series 😍

supernova_600 :

Beautiful!

uneh :

ikut terharu dengan kisah mereka

ᵖˡˢelli🍓 :

fabsotero1 :

magnífico eu amei parabéns

ᵖˡˢmgm🌈♍ :

ᵖˡˢ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎 :

Part 5️⃣ Her own heart ached as if it had lost something precious. "I'm sorry," Miu whispered. "I don't know why..." "...but it feels like I've broken your heart." Lena reached across the table and gently held her hand. "You didn't." "The storm did." Outside, the rain slowly stopped. For the first time since Lena arrived on the island, Miu didn't let go of her hand. And neither did Lena. Three months passed. Lena had stopped counting the days. She no longer woke up hoping Miu would suddenly remember everything. Instead, she learned to treasure the little things. The way Miu unconsciously reached for Lena's hand whenever they crossed the pier. The way she always saved the last bite of her food for Lena. The way she'd smile first whenever she saw Lena in the morning. It wasn't the love they had before. It was a new one. And somehow... It felt just as real. One afternoon, the island held its annual festival. The entire village gathered by the shore, filling the beach with lanterns and music. An old couple watched Lena and Miu laughing together. The old woman chuckled. "You know..." "When we first found Mia, she couldn't remember her own name." "But every night, she'd say one word in her sleep." Lena looked at her. "...What word?" The woman smiled. "'Lena.'" Lena's eyes widened. "She never remembered why." "She just kept saying it." As if her heart had refused to forget the one person it loved most. That evening, Lena and Miu slipped away from the crowd and sat on the same stretch of beach where they'd first reunited. The ocean was calm. Nothing like the sea that had torn them apart five years ago. Miu stared at the waves. "I've been thinking." "About what?" "You." Lena laughed softly. "That's dangerous." Miu nudged her shoulder. "I'm serious." She took a deep breath. "I don't remember the woman I used to be." "I don't remember our first kiss." "Our first fight." "Our anniversaries." She looked down at her hands. "And maybe..." "...I never will." Lena's smile faltered, but she nodded. "I know." Miu turned to face her. "But every single day..." "I choose you." "I wake up hoping I get to spend another day with you." "I look for you first." ⬇️

ᵖˡˢ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎 :

Part 4️⃣ The old man shook his head. "Not even her own name." Lena never told Miu everything. Not yet. She didn't show her pictures from their old apartment. She didn't tell her they had lived together. She didn't mention the ring still hidden in her suitcase. Instead... She let Miu get to know her naturally. Just as if they were meeting for the first time. Every morning, they walked along the beach collecting shells. Every afternoon, they helped the villagers repair fishing nets. Every evening, they watched the sunset from the pier. Some habits refused to disappear. Miu still stole food from Lena's plate. Still laughed with her whole body. Still wrinkled her nose whenever she concentrated. Lena would catch herself smiling. Some parts of the woman she loved had survived the storm. One afternoon, rain forced them into a small café overlooking the sea. The owner placed two mugs of hot chocolate on the table. Before Lena could reach for the sugar... Miu slid two packets into Lena's cup. Then she froze. "...Why did I do that?" Lena blinked. "What?" "I just..." Miu stared at the spoon in her hand. "I knew you take two sugars." "I didn't even think about it." Lena's heart skipped. "You've always known." Miu looked up. "Always?" Lena realized what she'd said. Silence settled between them. Finally, Miu whispered, "...Lena." "Tell me the truth." "...Who am I to you?" Lena looked out at the ocean. For years, she'd imagined this moment. She had rehearsed a hundred speeches. But now... Only one sentence felt right. "You were the love of my life." The café fell quiet. Even the rain seemed to soften. Miu didn't speak. She simply stared at Lena. "I was?" Lena nodded. "I was going to ask you to marry me the day we sailed home." She reached into her bag. For the first time in five years... She opened the small velvet box. Inside was the ring. "I never got the chance." A tear rolled down Miu's cheek. She didn't know why she was crying. She couldn't remember the woman sitting across from her. She couldn't remember seven years together. She couldn't remember saying "I love you." Yet seeing the ring... Seeing the way Lena's hands trembled... ⬇️

ᵖˡˢ wanderingthoughts :

awww.. this is so heartwarming..

Cássia Franco :

história linda ❤️

ᵖˡˢ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎 :

Part 1️⃣ Her face was turned away from the camera. She wore an oversized white shirt. And on her left wrist... A silver bracelet with a tiny compass charm. Lena froze. Her breathing became uneven. That bracelet... She had designed it herself. There wasn't another one like it. It had been Miu's anniversary gift. "No..." She stepped closer. The photo had been taken only eight months ago. Her hands trembled as she read the caption beneath it. Life in Palm Breeze Islands. "Lena?" The museum curator looked up. "Are you alright?" Lena pointed at the photograph, her voice barely above a whisper. "...Who took this?" The curator adjusted his glasses. "An award-winning travel photographer. He spent several weeks living on that island." Lena's heart pounded. "Can you... put me in contact with him?" For the first time in five years... Hope returned. And it terrified her more than grief ever had. It took Lena three weeks to find the photographer. He was in his late sixties, retired, living in a quiet house filled with framed photographs from around the world. The moment Lena showed him the museum picture, he smiled. "Oh... her." Lena's heartbeat quickened. "You know her?" "I wouldn't say I know her." "I met her on the island." "What was her name?" The old man frowned. "...She never told me." Lena's stomach dropped. "What do you mean?" "She couldn't." He walked over to a shelf and pulled out a worn leather notebook. "I keep notes about the people I photograph." He flipped through the pages until he found one. "Young woman. Around thirty. Speaks little. Lives with an elderly fishing couple. Doesn't remember where she came from." Lena felt the room spin. "...Doesn't remember?" The photographer nodded. "They said she washed ashore years ago after a terrible storm." "No identification." "No family." "No memories." "The villagers simply called her..." He looked back at the notebook. "...Mia." Not Miu. Mia. A name they had given her because she couldn't remember her own. Lena's eyes filled with tears. Alive. She was alive. For five years... She had been alive. "But..." The photographer hesitated. "There's something else." ⬇️

ᵖˡˢ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎 :

Part 2️⃣ Lena looked up. "Whenever I visited the island, she'd ask me the same question." 'Have you ever felt like someone is waiting for you... even if you don't know who they are?' The photographer had laughed at the time. He thought it was a strange question. Now... Lena couldn't stop crying. Because Miu had forgotten her name. Her home. Their life. But somewhere... Deep inside... Her heart had never stopped waiting. The photographer slid a folded map across the table. "If you're going..." He tapped a tiny island barely visible on the map. "...go soon." "The government plans to relocate everyone there before the end of the year." Lena didn't hesitate. "I'll leave tomorrow." She wasn't afraid of the ocean anymore. Not if it meant crossing it to bring Miu home. As she walked out of the photographer's house, she looked up at the sky. For the first time in five years, she whispered something other than "goodbye." "Wait for me." "I'm coming." The journey took two days. A flight. A six-hour ferry ride. Then a small wooden boat that rocked with every wave. As the island came into view, Lena's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Five years. Five years of wondering if Miu had taken her last breath in the sea. Five years of blaming herself. And now... She was only a few hundred meters away. The village was small. Children ran barefoot along the shore. Fishermen mended their nets under the shade of coconut trees. Everyone seemed to know everyone. Lena approached an elderly woman sweeping the front of a modest house. She held out the old photograph. "Excuse me... have you seen this woman?" The woman smiled immediately. "Ah, Mia." Lena's heart skipped. "Is... is she here?" The woman's smile faded. "She should be by the beach." "She goes there every afternoon." "She says it makes her feel... less lonely." Lena thanked her and practically ran. The closer she got to the shore, the louder the waves became. Then... She saw her. Standing barefoot at the water's edge. The wind carried her long hair across her face. She looked exactly the same... Yet completely different. She was thinner. Her skin had been tanned by years under the sun. There was a faint scar above her eyebrow. ⬇️