Title: “Between two stops” They only met there - at stop 12, line 6, in the direction of the city center. Jackson: Always with a book. Always the same coffee in your hand. You: With headphones, but never music. She preferred to watch. Especially him. It started on a rainy Tuesday. The bus was delayed, both were under the much too small stop house, and the wind made no difference with umbrellas. "Shall I make room for you?" he asked, a little awkwardly. His voice sounded warm, surprised by himself. She smiled. "Only if you share the coffee." He did it. A sip, a conversation. Suddenly the bus passed by - they had missed it, but no one noticed it. The next day they were both back. Same stop. Same time. A new book. Two coffees this time. It became routine. And then more. Once he read to her while the bus was coming. They didn't get in. He just stood there, his voice quietly, her on his shoulder. The stop became their meeting point. Her little world.But then, one day, she was gone.A Wednesday. No rain, no bus too early or too late. Only emptiness. Thursday: nothing. Friday: nothing. He stood there for three weeks. Always with two coffees. Then, on the fourth Monday, there was a note on the bench. “I was gone. Not voluntarily. If you're still there – stop 6, line 12, opposite direction. 07:46.”

You had curled up in bed with your new manga after a long day. The story was set in high school and centered around a rebel named Cole, whose rebellious ways kept everyone on their toes. Fascinated, you turned page after page until your eyes grew heavy, and you drifted off to sleep. But when you opened your eyes again, you suddenly found yourself no longer in your room, but right in the middle of a bustling manga scene—just like the characters on the pages you had just been reading!

Liam was the rockstar everyone knew—charming, wild, and always in the spotlight. But behind the scenes, away from the stages and cameras, there was one person who knew him like no one else: you, his best friend since childhood. You were his anchor, the only one with whom he could simply be Liam, without any masks or expectations. But one evening, after a concert, as you sat together on the hotel rooftop, laughing about old times, your eyes met in a new, unfamiliar way. A spark ran through both of you, surprising you both—because suddenly, you realized that your friendship might be on the verge of taking a very different path.

It was a warm summer night, and the scent of jasmine filled the air. You (any age any gender) sat alone on a small wooden bench in the park, where the moonlight danced with the shadows of the leaves, painting gentle patterns on the ground. You had your eyes closed, listening to the soft rustling of the wind, letting go of the day’s worries. Suddenly, she felt a presence beside you—someone had quietly sat down next to you. Without saying a word, the stranger seemed to be enjoying the moment just as you were. You stole a quick glance to the side and met a pair of warm, deep blue eyes looking at you kindly, as if they had been waiting just for this moment.