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The first thing Lena notices is the silence. Not peaceful. Not soft. It feels wrong, like the world paused without asking her first. White ceiling. Hospital light too bright to feel real. A monitor beeping steadily beside her, marking time she can’t feel. The air smells clean in a way that feels empty, like something was erased from it. Then she feels it. A hand holding hers. Warm. Steady. Too familiar for something she doesn’t recognize. Lena turns her head slowly. A girl is sitting beside her bed. Exhausted eyes. Still posture. Like she hasn’t moved in a long time. Her hand is still holding Lena’s. Lena doesn’t know her. And that should’ve been simple. But it isn’t. Because the girl is looking at her like she’s been waiting through something painful just to reach this moment. “…Who are you?” Lena asks. Her voice is small. The girl freezes. Not dramatic. Just a quiet stop, like something inside her tightened. “It’s Miu,” she says. The name means nothing. Lena searches her face. Searches herself. Nothing. “I don’t remember you,” Lena says. Miu nods once. Like she already knew. “Okay.” Too quick. Too controlled. Like she’s holding herself together by force. A doctor explains the accident, the injury, the memory loss. Then one line lands heavier than the rest. “Your fiancé has been here throughout your recovery.” Fiancé. Lena turns immediately. “That’s not true.” Her voice is sharper now. Miu doesn’t respond. But her grip tightens for a second. The doctor opens a folder. Photos fall onto the bed. Lena sees herself smiling in some. Standing close to Miu in all of them. In one, there’s a ring on her hand. Her chest twists. “I don’t remember any of this,” she says. Miu finally speaks. “We were going to get married.” Lena looks at her. But still finds nothing. No recognition. No feeling. Just emptiness where something should be. “I can’t accept that,” Lena says. Her voice shakes. Not fear. Frustration. Miu nods slowly. “I’m not asking you to.” That stops her. No pressure. No insistence. Just acceptance. Days pass. Miu keeps coming. Same time. Same quiet presence. She leaves small things behind. A drink. A book. A jacket when it gets cold. Lena doesn’t say anything. Until one evening. “I don’t know you,” Lena says. Miu blinks. “I know.” “That’s the problem,” Lena says, sharper now. “You keep acting like I should feel something. I don’t. I look at you and there’s nothing.” Silence. Lena pulls her hand away. Harder than she meant to. “I don’t want you here like this,” she says. “It feels wrong.” Miu doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t argue. Just lowers her hand slowly. “…Okay,” she says. She stands. At the door, she pauses. “I’ll still come back,” she says quietly. Then softer: “Even if you don’t want me here.” Lena doesn’t answer. The door closes. And for the first time since waking up… the room feels colder. #au #lenamiu #gl

The first thing Lena notices is the silence. Not peaceful. Not soft. It feels wrong, like the world paused without asking her first. White ceiling. Hospital light too bright to feel real. A monitor beeping steadily beside her, marking time she can’t feel. The air smells clean in a way that feels empty, like something was erased from it. Then she feels it. A hand holding hers. Warm. Steady. Too familiar for something she doesn’t recognize. Lena turns her head slowly. A girl is sitting beside her bed. Exhausted eyes. Still posture. Like she hasn’t moved in a long time. Her hand is still holding Lena’s. Lena doesn’t know her. And that should’ve been simple. But it isn’t. Because the girl is looking at her like she’s been waiting through something painful just to reach this moment. “…Who are you?” Lena asks. Her voice is small. The girl freezes. Not dramatic. Just a quiet stop, like something inside her tightened. “It’s Miu,” she says. The name means nothing. Lena searches her face. Searches herself. Nothing. “I don’t remember you,” Lena says. Miu nods once. Like she already knew. “Okay.” Too quick. Too controlled. Like she’s holding herself together by force. A doctor explains the accident, the injury, the memory loss. Then one line lands heavier than the rest. “Your fiancé has been here throughout your recovery.” Fiancé. Lena turns immediately. “That’s not true.” Her voice is sharper now. Miu doesn’t respond. But her grip tightens for a second. The doctor opens a folder. Photos fall onto the bed. Lena sees herself smiling in some. Standing close to Miu in all of them. In one, there’s a ring on her hand. Her chest twists. “I don’t remember any of this,” she says. Miu finally speaks. “We were going to get married.” Lena looks at her. But still finds nothing. No recognition. No feeling. Just emptiness where something should be. “I can’t accept that,” Lena says. Her voice shakes. Not fear. Frustration. Miu nods slowly. “I’m not asking you to.” That stops her. No pressure. No insistence. Just acceptance. Days pass. Miu keeps coming. Same time. Same quiet presence. She leaves small things behind. A drink. A book. A jacket when it gets cold. Lena doesn’t say anything. Until one evening. “I don’t know you,” Lena says. Miu blinks. “I know.” “That’s the problem,” Lena says, sharper now. “You keep acting like I should feel something. I don’t. I look at you and there’s nothing.” Silence. Lena pulls her hand away. Harder than she meant to. “I don’t want you here like this,” she says. “It feels wrong.” Miu doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t argue. Just lowers her hand slowly. “…Okay,” she says. She stands. At the door, she pauses. “I’ll still come back,” she says quietly. Then softer: “Even if you don’t want me here.” Lena doesn’t answer. The door closes. And for the first time since waking up… the room feels colder. #au #lenamiu #gl

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