In a small town surrounded by silent hills, there lived a sixteen-year-old girl named Mira. She had a strange habit — she collected things people threw away.
Not old clothes.
Not broken toys.
She collected forgotten dreams.
Every evening, Mira would sit on the rooftop of her house with a small glass jar. When someone nearby whispered, "I can't do this anymore," or "Maybe I'm not good enough," a tiny silver light would float into the sky. Only Mira could see it.
She would gently stretch out her hand, and the light would land softly in her jar.
Those were lost tomorrows — dreams people had abandoned.
Chapter 1: The Boy Who Wanted to Fly
One day, Mira noticed a bright golden spark drifting above the marketplace. It was brighter than usual.
She followed it and saw a boy about her age sitting alone. His sketchbook lay open, filled with drawings of airplanes.
"I wanted to be a pilot," he murmured. "But people say it's impossible for someone like me."
The golden spark floated upward.
Mira caught it.
But this time, something was different. The spark burned warm in her palm. It didn't want to stay in the jar.
That night, Mira did something she had never done before.
She returned it.
She walked up to the boy the next day and said,
"Your airplanes look real enough to fly."
The boy blinked. "You think so?"
"Yes," she smiled. "Maybe your tomorrow isn't lost. Maybe it's just waiting."
The golden spark slipped back into his chest. He didn't see it, but Mira did.
Chapter 2: When the Jar Became Too Heavy
As days passed, Mira realized her jar was growing heavier. Not because of the lights — but because of the sadness inside them.
She wondered:
Was she helping people… or just collecting their pain?
That night, the jar cracked.
Silver lights escaped into the sky like shooting stars.
And something magical happened.
Instead of disappearing, they flew back to the people who had lost them.
Chapter 3:The Town of Second Chances
The next morning, something felt different.
The bakery owner who once wanted to write stories had started typing again.
The old man who gave up gardening planted new seeds.
The boy with the airplanes was practicing English, saying, "This is the control tower…"
Mira understood.
Dreams don't need to be stored.
They need to be reminded.
Chapter 4 : Mira's Own Spark
That evening, for the first time, Mira saw a tiny silver spark floating above her own head.
"I want to leave this town someday," she whispered.
"But what if I fail?"
The spark began to rise.
She quickly caught it.
She looked at it carefully.
Then she smiled.
Instead of putting it in a jar…
She placed it back in her heart.
Chapter 5 : The Girl Who Let Tomorrows Fly
Mira stopped collecting lost tomorrows.
Instead, she started collecting conversations.
Whenever someone felt small, she spoke gently.
Whenever someone doubted themselves, she listened.
Because sometimes, saving a dream
doesn't require magic.
It just needs one person
who believes.
And under the silent hills,
a girl who once collected lost tomorrows
finally began chasing her own.