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tlia838
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2026-08-18 20:53:11
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2026-08-18 21:46:50
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Lena was always buried in a book wherever she went—walking, waiting, even rushing to catch her train. One busy afternoon, she was hurrying through the station, nose tucked into a fantasy novel, when she tripped slightly and the book slipped from her hand, sliding under a bench. In her rush to make it on time, she didn’t notice and kept running towards the platform. Behind her, Miu—who was sitting nearby, sketching in a small notebook—saw the book fall. She jumped up immediately, grabbed it, and saw Lena’s figure disappearing into the crowd. “Wait! Wait, you dropped this! ” she called out, pushing herself through people, arms outstretched. She caught up just as Lena was about to step onto the train. “Excuse me, Miss! You left this behind! ”Miu said, breathless, holding the book out. Lena spun around, eyes going wide. “Oh my goodness—my book! I didn’t even realise I lost it! Thank you so much, honestly… I was so distracted reading I didn’t pay attention to anything else.” She laughed nervously, taking it carefully like it was something precious. Miu chuckled, wiping a little sweat from her forehead. “I get it—books are way more interesting than train stations, right? I would’ve been sad if this got lost. It looks well-loved.” “It really is,” Lena said, running a finger over the worn cover. “I’ve had it for ages. I’m Lena, by the way. You’re a lifesaver.” “Miu,” she replied brightly. “Nice to meet you, Lena. Hey—since you love reading so much… here.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handmade paper bookmark, painted with tiny gold stars and soft blue edges. “I make them when I’m bored. Keep it—so you never lose your page, or your book, again.” Lena held it gently, smiling warmly. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, really. I’ll use it forever, I promise! ”Just then, the train doors beeped to close. Lena’s eyes widened. “Oh no—I have to go! Thank you again, seriously! She stepped inside, waving wildly through the glass. Miu waved back, still smiling, as the train pulled away. Neither got the other’s number or address—just a sweet, fleeting memory. Years later, Lena was sitting at her favourite café, legs crossed, fully absorbed in a new novel. Peeking out from the pages was that same star bookmark—faded a little now, but still bright and familiar. It had lived in every book she’d read since that day. Suddenly, a soft, amused voice spoke above her. “That bookmark.” Lena looked up, startled. Standing there was a woman with kind eyes and a warm, familiar smile—older now, but instantly recognisable. Her heart skipped a beat. “Miu? ” Miu laughed, hands tucked into her pockets, looking delighted. “It is you! I can’t believe it. I made those bookmarks back when I was still in college—painted stars on every single one. I gave one to a girl named Lena at the train station years ago… I never thought I’d actually see it again.” Lena blinked, laughing in disbelief, and held up the bookmark like a treasure. “I’ve used it in every single book I’ve read since then. I told you I would, remember? I always wondered if I’d ever run into you again. I thought it was just one of those nice memories that stay only in your head.” Miu pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down, leaning forward with that same bright look she had back then. “I thought the same! I always hoped, though. I kept thinking, what was she reading that day? Is she still reading every chance she gets? ” “Always,” Lena said softly, beaming. “And you’re Miu. The girl who ran through a whole station just to give me back my story.” “Turns out,” Miu said, eyes softening, “I wasn’t just returning a book. I was leaving a piece of myself, hoping it would find me again one day.” Lena closed her book gently, keeping the bookmark safe inside, and rested her chin on her hand. “And it did. It took a few years… but it found its way back to you. Just like I did.” The rest of the story is in the comments. #lenamiu #wlw #gl #fyp #au
Lena was always buried in a book wherever she went—walking, waiting, even rushing to catch her train. One busy afternoon, she was hurrying through the station, nose tucked into a fantasy novel, when she tripped slightly and the book slipped from her hand, sliding under a bench. In her rush to make it on time, she didn’t notice and kept running towards the platform. Behind her, Miu—who was sitting nearby, sketching in a small notebook—saw the book fall. She jumped up immediately, grabbed it, and saw Lena’s figure disappearing into the crowd. “Wait! Wait, you dropped this! ” she called out, pushing herself through people, arms outstretched. She caught up just as Lena was about to step onto the train. “Excuse me, Miss! You left this behind! ”Miu said, breathless, holding the book out. Lena spun around, eyes going wide. “Oh my goodness—my book! I didn’t even realise I lost it! Thank you so much, honestly… I was so distracted reading I didn’t pay attention to anything else.” She laughed nervously, taking it carefully like it was something precious. Miu chuckled, wiping a little sweat from her forehead. “I get it—books are way more interesting than train stations, right? I would’ve been sad if this got lost. It looks well-loved.” “It really is,” Lena said, running a finger over the worn cover. “I’ve had it for ages. I’m Lena, by the way. You’re a lifesaver.” “Miu,” she replied brightly. “Nice to meet you, Lena. Hey—since you love reading so much… here.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handmade paper bookmark, painted with tiny gold stars and soft blue edges. “I make them when I’m bored. Keep it—so you never lose your page, or your book, again.” Lena held it gently, smiling warmly. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, really. I’ll use it forever, I promise! ”Just then, the train doors beeped to close. Lena’s eyes widened. “Oh no—I have to go! Thank you again, seriously! She stepped inside, waving wildly through the glass. Miu waved back, still smiling, as the train pulled away. Neither got the other’s number or address—just a sweet, fleeting memory. Years later, Lena was sitting at her favourite café, legs crossed, fully absorbed in a new novel. Peeking out from the pages was that same star bookmark—faded a little now, but still bright and familiar. It had lived in every book she’d read since that day. Suddenly, a soft, amused voice spoke above her. “That bookmark.” Lena looked up, startled. Standing there was a woman with kind eyes and a warm, familiar smile—older now, but instantly recognisable. Her heart skipped a beat. “Miu? ” Miu laughed, hands tucked into her pockets, looking delighted. “It is you! I can’t believe it. I made those bookmarks back when I was still in college—painted stars on every single one. I gave one to a girl named Lena at the train station years ago… I never thought I’d actually see it again.” Lena blinked, laughing in disbelief, and held up the bookmark like a treasure. “I’ve used it in every single book I’ve read since then. I told you I would, remember? I always wondered if I’d ever run into you again. I thought it was just one of those nice memories that stay only in your head.” Miu pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down, leaning forward with that same bright look she had back then. “I thought the same! I always hoped, though. I kept thinking, what was she reading that day? Is she still reading every chance she gets? ” “Always,” Lena said softly, beaming. “And you’re Miu. The girl who ran through a whole station just to give me back my story.” “Turns out,” Miu said, eyes softening, “I wasn’t just returning a book. I was leaving a piece of myself, hoping it would find me again one day.” Lena closed her book gently, keeping the bookmark safe inside, and rested her chin on her hand. “And it did. It took a few years… but it found its way back to you. Just like I did.” The rest of the story is in the comments. #lenamiu #wlw #gl #fyp #au
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