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Laurence packed his bag and got on his bike. The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. He hadn't planned on riding out this early, but the anxiety and anticipation made it impossible for him to stay still. Today was the day he would finally meet Marianne, his pen pal of five years, in person.
The ride to the train station was short, but Laurence’s thoughts stretched each second into eternity. He pedaled faster, the rhythmic thump of his heart syncing with the spinning of the bike wheels. They had exchanged letters since they were teenagers, their words a safe haven from the complexities of growing up. Now, at twenty, Laurence felt like he knew Marianne’s soul, but the fear of the unknown tightened around his chest.
The train station was bustling with morning commuters. Laurence locked his bike and made his way to the platform. The digital board flashed the arrival time of Marianne's train. "10 minutes," he muttered under his breath, wiping his palms on his jeans. Each minute felt like a separate hour.
Finally, the train rolled in, a metallic snake glinting under the rising sun. His heart leapt as passengers began to disembark. He scanned each face, searching for the one he knew only from photographs and descriptions. Then he saw her—her hair a bit shorter than in the last photo she sent, her eyes scanning the crowd nervously.
Marianne’s gaze met his, and a smile broke across her face. Laurence felt a wave of relief so strong it almost knocked the air from his lungs. He walked up to her, as all around them the world continued in oblivious motion.
“Marianne,” he said, the name feeling new and familiar all at once on his tongue.
“Laurence,” she replied, her voice exactly as he imagined it would be.
They hugged, an embrace that sealed the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. As they stepped away from the train, Laurence laughed. “I was so worried you wouldn’t recognize me!”
Marianne shook her head. “I’d recognize you anywhere. Your letters painted pictures I could never forget.”
With a comfort that felt like it had been years in the making, they walked side by side out of the station. Laurence felt the weight of his packed bag on his shoulder, heavy with snacks and plans for the day. They decided to start with a walk through the botanical gardens, a place Marianne had mentioned wanting to see countless times in her letters.
As they wandered among the blooms and the quiet rustle of leaves, talking and laughing as if they had been friends all their lives, Laurence realized that the reality of Marianne was infinitely better than anything he could have imagined. The anxiety that had gnawed at him that morning melted away, replaced by a warm certainty. This was the beginning of something real, something tangible, far beyond the ink and paper that had first connected them.
Under the gentle sun, with paths winding ahead, Laurence and Marianne stepped forward into a new chapter, where each moment was a story waiting to be told.
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