This One🙈

The first thing Lily noticed when she stepped into the thrift store was the overwhelming scent of aged books and fabric softener. The aisles were cluttered with forgotten treasures, each item holding a past she could only imagine. She had no real reason to be here, except that rainy afternoons always made her nostalgic, and the idea of sifting through old things felt oddly comforting.

Her best friend, Mia, trailed behind her, unimpressed. “Tell me again why we’re here?”

Lily grinned. “Because hidden in all this mess, there’s bound to be something special.”

Mia rolled her eyes but followed anyway. Lily had always been the sentimental one, drawn to old postcards with faded ink, well-loved sweaters with stories stitched into their seams, and little trinkets that had long outlived their original owners.

As they meandered through the store, Lily’s fingers brushed against the racks of clothing, stopping now and then to examine a particularly interesting piece. But nothing called to her—until she saw it.

It was a jacket. An oversized denim jacket, to be exact, with embroidered patches running along the sleeves and the faint scent of something familiar. Lily pulled it from the rack, her breath hitching slightly.

“This one,” she murmured, more to herself than to Mia.

Mia peered over her shoulder. “It’s… definitely vintage.”

Lily didn’t respond immediately. Something about the jacket made her chest tighten—not in a bad way, but in a way that felt like remembering something long forgotten. She slid it on, the fabric worn but warm, fitting like it had always belonged to her.“You’re really going to get that?” Mia asked, arching a skeptical brow.

Lily hugged the jacket around herself, a smile playing on her lips. “Yeah. This one.”

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The first time Lily wore the jacket outside, it rained again. She pulled the oversized collar around her face, inhaling that familiar scent, and felt a strange sense of comfort settle over her. It wasn’t until she reached into the pocket and found something that she realized why.

A note. Folded, creased, forgotten.

She hesitated, fingers trembling slightly as she opened it.

“If you find this, then maybe we were meant to meet. -A”

Lily’s heart skipped a beat. A message from the past, tucked away in the lining of a jacket that had somehow found its way to her. Who was A? What did they mean? Her mind raced with possibilities, her imagination running wild.

Mia, of course, thought she was being ridiculous. “It’s probably just some random scribble from years ago. You don’t even know how long that note has been in there.”

But Lily couldn’t shake the feeling. The jacket had found her for a reason. And she was going to find out why.

Over the next week, Lily wore the jacket everywhere. She ran her fingers over the patches, tracing the faded threads, wondering who had sewn them. She checked every pocket, every seam, searching for more clues. And then, one evening, she found another note.

This time, it was tucked deep inside the inner lining, almost as if it had been hidden there on purpose. Her breath hitched as she unfolded it.

“Music. 2nd Street. Thursday nights.”

Her pulse quickened. A meeting place? A memory? She wasn’t sure, but she was determined to find out.

Mia groaned when Lily told her about it. “You’re seriously going to follow a note from who-knows-when?”

Lily just smiled. “It’s an adventure.”

Thursday night arrived, and Lily found herself on 2nd Street, standing outside a dimly lit café. The sound of live music drifted through the open door—a small band playing soft acoustic melodies. She hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside.

Her eyes scanned the room. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and rain-soaked pavement. People sat in cozy clusters, some lost in conversation, others swaying gently to the music. And then, she saw him.

A guy, sitting in the corner, wearing a denim jacket eerily similar to hers.

Her heart pounded. Was it possible?

She took a deep breath and walked over. “Hey,” she said, feeling a little foolish. “This might sound strange, but… I think this used to be your jacket.”

The guy looked up, startled, his gaze dropping to the jacket she wore. And then, slowly, he smiled.

“You found the notes.”

Lily exhaled, relief and excitement flooding her all at once. “So, you’re A?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Adam.”

She slid into the chair across from him, a hundred questions racing through her mind. “I have to know—why the notes?”

Adam leaned back, a nostalgic glint in his eyes. “I used to leave little messages in things I donated. Thought maybe, someday, someone would find them.”

Lily grinned. “Well, I did.”

And in that moment, as the music played around them and the rain drizzled outside, Lily realized that sometimes, the universe had a way of bringing the right things—and the right people—together.

Maybe it wasn’t just a jacket.

Maybe it was always meant to be this one.

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