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MidReal Story
Island of Second Chances
Scenario:女孩和男生曾经是一所学校的学生，但是由于一场误会，他们互相告别，而男生和女生很多年没见过面，现在他们再次相遇在一座小岛上，女生因为之前的误会躲避男生
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Ava
She is a resident on a small island, working as a librarian. She is introspective, cautious, and yearning. Ava reflects on past events involving a boy from her school days, which led to their separation. Her current life on the island is quiet and predictable, until the boy reappears unexpectedly. She struggles with unresolved feelings and the fear of repeating past mistakes. Her encounter with him brings back memories and emotions, testing her resolve to avoid repeating history.
Caleb
He is a former soldier who has been living on a small island, working as a handyman. He is reserved, dependable, and introspective. Caleb returns to Ava after many years, carrying both physical and emotional scars from his past. Their shared history creates tension and an unresolved connection between them. Despite this connection, Caleb maintains a professional demeanor and avoids pressuring Ava into situations she might not be comfortable with, respecting her boundaries while seeking friendship or maybe more.
Years ago, he was a boy and I was a girl.
We were once students in the same school, but we were not friends.
We had never been close, nor did we know each other well.
However, we did bid each other farewell.
Many years passed after that, during which we did not see each other once.
Fate brought us together again on a small island, and it so happened that we met again.
The boy had now become a man, as had I.
Yet, we still did not know each other well.
But we did know of the existence of one another.
He lived on the island and worked as a handyman.
I also lived on the island and worked as a librarian.
Sometimes, we would see each other from afar, but we did not draw closer.
We kept our distance from each other, just like how we had done years ago when we bid each other farewell.
Sometimes, I would think about him.
I would wonder what he had been doing all these years and what had brought him to this small island.
I also thought about why he had left in such a hurry back then and why he had not come back since.
During my evening shift at the library, I was tidying up the books on the shelves when I noticed a folded piece of paper tucked between pages 42 and 43 of "The Old Man and the Sea."
I knew that this book had been borrowed by Caleb last week.
My hands trembled as I unfolded it.
The handwriting was neat, precise, and military-like.
I started reading, but Mrs. Chen called me from behind the counter.
"Can you help me with the printer?"
I slipped the note into my pocket, unread.
Throughout my shift, the weight of the paper in my pocket seemed to grow heavier.
At closing time, I sat at my desk, finally pulling out the weathered note.
Just as I began to read the first line, the library door creaked open.
I quickly crumple the note and shove it deeper into my pocket.
My heart races as Sarah's footsteps echo through the quiet library.
She walks over to my desk, her usual cheerful self, completely unaware of my internal turmoil.
"Hey, you're still here," she says, her voice cutting through the silence.
I force a smile, pretending to be engrossed in organizing the day's return slips.
"Yeah, just finishing up," I reply, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside me.
Sarah leans against the counter, her eyes scanning the room.
"Looks like we had a busy day today," she remarks, nodding towards the stacks of books waiting to be shelved.
I nod in agreement, my fingers involuntarily brushing against the edges of the paper in my pocket.
The once crisp corners have become soft from my nervous fidgeting throughout the day. Sarah continues to chat about her plans for dinner with her husband, completely oblivious to my distraction.
I find myself nodding and smiling at all the right moments, but not a single word registers in my mind.
My thoughts are consumed by the contents of that note, its words echoing in my head like a haunting melody.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Sarah glances at her watch and realizes she's running late.
"Oh shoot, I totally lost track of time," she exclaims, gathering her belongings.
"I'll help you stack these books before I go."
Together, we quickly shelve the remaining books, and Sarah bids me farewell with a friendly wave.
As soon as the library door closes behind her, I sink into my chair and let out a deep breath.
Only then do I realize that I've spent the last fifteen minutes nodding and smiling without hearing a single word Sarah said. My hands tremble as I pull out the crumpled note from my pocket once again.
This time, there are no interruptions.
I unfold it carefully and begin to read:
"The sea is vast and unforgiving,
A reflection of our own mortality."
As I finish reading the last line, a shiver runs down my spine.
The words seem to echo within me, resonating with a depth I cannot quite comprehend.
I fold the note back up and tuck it into my pocket once more, this time with a sense of trepidation rather than curiosity.
I stare at the folded note on my desk, trying to make sense of Caleb's cryptic words about the sea and death.
The evening darkness seeps in through the library windows, casting long shadows across the room.
Closing time is fast approaching, and I know I should be wrapping up my tasks.
But my mind keeps drifting back to the note, its words etched in my memory like a haunting melody.
Suddenly, the overhead fluorescent lights flicker, jolting me out of my reverie.
I look up, rubbing my tired eyes.
The lights dim for a moment before returning to their usual brightness.
Shrugging it off as a minor electrical glitch, I refocus on the task at hand.
As I gather my belongings, I notice a dark silhouette standing motionless outside the glass panes of the library doors.
My heart skips a beat as I recognize those broad shoulders and that unmistakable military posture.
It's him. My fingers instinctively curl around the note in my pocket, crumpling it further as if it holds some hidden significance.
I quickly turn off my desk lamp, hoping the sudden darkness will conceal me from his watchful gaze.
But even in the dimness, I can still feel his presence, watching and waiting.
The air thickens with an unspoken tension as our eyes lock through the glass barrier.
I remain frozen behind my desk, unsure of what to do next.
Caleb stands motionless, his face partially hidden by the shadows cast by the trees lining the sidewalk outside.
The only sound is the distant hum of the old heating system in the library and the steady ticking of the clock on the wall.
My shallow breathing seems amplified in the silence.
As I wait for him to make a move, I find myself tracing the edges of his note with my fingers, its corners now soft from my constant touching.
Suddenly, Caleb takes a step forward, his hand reaching for the door handle.
But there's something different about his posture this time—a slight rigidity in his stance that sends a shiver down my spine.