@_dove99: Lena and Miu had planned their entire lives before either of them really understood how long a life could be. They had been sixteen when they first started dating. Seventeen when Miu announced that they would eventually get married, saying it so casually over lunch that Lena nearly choked on her drink. Eighteen when they sat together on the floor of Miu's bedroom and decided where they would live, what jobs they would have and whether they wanted children. Some of those plans changed as they grew older. One never did. The mountains. They wanted a little house somewhere quiet when they retired. Nothing huge. Just enough room for the two of them, surrounded by trees, with a big wooden porch facing west to enjoy as many sunsets as they wanted. There had to be a porch swing. Miu was very specific about that. They would sit there every evening when they were old and grey, drinking something warm and watching the sun disappear behind the mountains. By twenty-six, they were married. They had good jobs, a small house and far more years ahead of them than behind. The mountain house was still decades away. They weren't in a hurry. They thought they had time. Then, on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon, life had different plans. Lena had just left work and was halfway across the road, one hand holding her phone and the other carrying a small paper bag from the bakery around the corner. Inside was Miu's favourite dessert. Lena had walked ten minutes out of her way to get it because Miu had complained that morning about having a terrible week. Lena had decided dinner, dessert and an evening on the sofa were required. Lena was teasing Miu about having something for her. A text bubble in response immediately appeared and Lena couldn’t help but smile how much Miu still hated being surprised. Then she heard it…tyres screeching against the road…a horn…someone shouting. Lena looked up but the car was far too close. Her fingers tightened around the little paper bag. Then everything went black. . Miu arrived at the hospital twenty-five minutes after the hospital had called to tell her about Lena’s accident. She didn't remember most of the journey. Miu had spent the entire drive telling herself Lena was fine. People got hit by cars and survived. Lena would probably have a broken leg. Maybe a concussion. She'd complain about the hospital food and make some stupid joke about getting time off work. Miu practically ran through the emergency department. “My wife was brought in. Lena. Lena Schuett.” The receptionist asked her to sit down and wait. Miu couldn't. She paced until someone finally approached her. The doctor had his hands down by his side and the moment Miu saw his face, something inside her went cold. “Mrs…” “Where's Lena?” “I'm very sorry.” Miu stared at him. He kept speaking. She heard words without understanding them. Head injury…everything we could…no chance of survival…I’m sorry…she’s dead. “No.” The doctor stopped. “No, I need to see her.” “I'm sorry.” “No.” Miu shook her head harder. “She's twenty-six.” Her voice broke. “She's twenty-six years old.” Miu stumbled back slightly and someone reached for her but Miu pulled away. “She just texted me and now you’re telling me my wife is de...” Miu covered her mouth, unable to get the word out. The first sob escaped before she could stop it. She folded forward as someone caught her. “No. Please.” She wanted somebody to tell her there had been a mistake. Instead, they eventually brought her to Lena. Miu sat beside her wife and held her hand. She talked because silence was worse. She told Lena she loved her. She told her she was angry. She told her she didn’t know how do this without her. Afterwards a nurse quietly handed Miu Lena's belongings. A brown bag that she didn’t recognised caught her attention, the corner was crushed and inside was Miu's favourite dessert. And Miu broke all over again. CONTINUATION IN COMMENTS ⬇️ #lenamiu #ThaiGL #wlw

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