A heart-warming love story of the Girl who Lost Another Soul…

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A heart-warming love story of the Girl who Lost Another Soul…

If this is the day, one of you has to leave…

Then “it” might be the only connection you have left between the two of you.

Like an invisible thread, connecting two loving hearts.

As if you can still feel the weight of another soul that you never want to lose again…

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Unlike your usual drama, his absence didn’t make her feel extremely devastated. What is left behind to replace him is a gaping void in her heart – since the day of the incident. She couldn’t be happy like before, or maybe… she just didn’t want to.

Every time she entered the house they used to live together, she felt his absence. The invisible pressure on her chest, making it harder and harder for her to breathe…

Everyday, all she could see – is a pair of toothbrush on the basin, a pair of utensils on the lonely table, a pair of smiles in the photo hanging on her favorite wall… He left with her heart, but the heart-tugging memories remain. She swore to keep these memories untouched. Although every day, these painful memories reminds her of the thing that she refuse to admit. The fact that she lost the one she’d treasured the most.

It always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.

If it were her call, she wouldn’t want to feel this way either…

If it were her call, all the things she lost, would’ve been found…

If it were her call, she hoped that someone… could bring back the one soul that she truly loved…

Early in the morning, she receives a small white box from his family, saying that he prepared this before he left. Without knowing what to feel, she opens the box. Inside the box were a phone and a paper note.

Find Me…” she reads.

It’s a brand new phone with nothing inside, other than an extra app installed. Anxious to reveal the mystery, she clicks on the app. What pops up is a mint-colored button with the same “Find Me” on it. Suppressing her rocketing heartbeat, she holds her breath, and presses the button with her quivering finger…

One…Two…Three…

A heavy breath breaks the thunderous silence in the room.

“Should’ve known better than to believe in miracles…” she says to herself.

She puts away the phone, refuses to have another thought about it.

A few days later, on a beautiful morning. She puts on her favorite coat and her favorite sling bag. She steps out of the house, thinking about her final project and some reports due this week. She starts picking up pace, but without feeling nervous. Relaxed even.

“Click-clack…”

The sound that her heels are making suddenly stops… in front of a familiar small brown house. She hesitates for a second. Then, she lifts her head and looks over at the coffee house on her right. The coffee house is very near to her college. It is also where everything started…

“Tiramisu… Again??”

A familiar voice softly whispers into her ear. She turns around, only to feel his presence promptly slips away..

He loved coffee. She loved cakes. It was like an unspoken promise – They always came to the shop right after their classes to have their favorite desserts. Since then, their happy voices and sweet laughter always filled the air in the coffee house.

She especially loved the Tiramisu cake here. It wasn’t only just because of the mellow Marsala wine, the extra rich taste and smooth texture of the Mascarpone Cheese and Butter, or the exclusive bittersweet taste that the coffee syrup brought to the cake, but also the thick, thick cocoa powder dusting on top of the cake… She always described how delicate the taste of the cake was in the same way, wearing this sweet and satisfied smile as if she owned all the treasure in the world.

What really cute was – when he just started chasing after her, he customized a few patterns of model for powder dusting – and almost begged the baker to make a different pattern on top of her cake she ordered everyday. A heart shape. Her name. A special date for her. An animation character of her… Everyday, they never failed to surprise her.

Every time when there was an argument, he used this trick to apologize. She would try really hard to play it cool but always ended up smiling and forgiving him.

A little bit of sweet with a bitter aftertaste, a very rich yet dry texture, were the reasons why she was so obsessed about the cake. But now, as she thinks of the taste of Tiramisu, the only thing she feels – is a dreading bitterness spreading throughout her tongue.

As she reminisces those happy moments they had together, her hand involuntarily slips into her black sling bag. Before she realizes, that phone is on her hand again… Feeling a little blur and overwhelmed, she presses down the power button and starts looking for that Mint colored button…

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Find Me”

Again…

These words are always ringing in her head these days. Wherever she goes, whatever she does. She presses down the button again, holding onto a silver lining.

Beep… Beep… Beep…”

A weak beeping voice comes from the coffee house. The sound passes through the window sill, and echoes in her ear… Her heart skips a beat. She is dazed for the first few seconds, then she starts finding the weak beeping source anxiously. Until she realises the waiter in the coffee house is also doing the same. Her eyes locks on the strange face. She marches towards him.

The waiter stands up, holding a square keychain with the size of a guitar pick. The continuous beeping voice makes the waiter surprisingly anxious. He keeps turning his head around, looking for help. After a moment, he meets her eyes. He looks blank for a moment… and a curve starts extending from the corners of his mouth.

“Come in…” he invites her, wearing a big warm smile on his face. Both standing at the threshold of the coffee house. She realizes this is the first time meeting this waiter, and makes her realize how long it’s been since that day…

She slowly walks into the coffee house, following the waiter’s steps. He pulls out a chair for her. Still feeling surreal, she sits on the chair and murmurs out a “thank you” softly. Everything here is so familiar, yet so bizzare.

Her eyes follow the waiter as he clumsily works at the station, then sends the cake and coffee to her table. She just looks at him and all the questions on her mind just seem to stuck on the tip of her tongue. The waiter then puts the beeping keychain in her hand.

“This is a bluetooth tracker,” he explains, pointing at the tiny square on her hand.

“There was a guy who came by a few weeks ago. I remember him looking very pale and sick. When I asked if he was okay… he just gave me this weak yet warm smile. He then passed me this bluetooth tracker and asked me to wait for a girl. A very special girl to him, he said.”

“He asked me to wait for a girl to show up with a phone, looking for this tracker – and to treat her like a VIP.”

He stops himself there… and starts giving her this warm yet radiant smile. She can’t help but notices that the waiter has the exact smile like him. The way his lips curve upwards. The way the corners of his eyes wrinkle…

“He booked Tiramisu cake and coffee for a whole year. So, you’re very welcomed to visit us and enjoy them anytime.”

His words left her speechless. She just stares at the cake and coffee on the table – that are made just for her…

Smile”, she reads slowly from the cake.

Tears stream down her face… and stop at the corners of her mouth – that haven’t been smiling for a really long time. Since he left, this is the first time – she feels that he is still with her. His soul, still lives in her heart like he never really left.

Unlike all the other things he left behind, this little square tracker is different. She grasps it tightly in her hand, and feels all her emptiness and despair replaced by the uncontrollable smile on her face…

At this moment, she feels something. She feels the numbness that’s been protecting her from collapsing fades away. She feels her heartbeat getting stronger, like there’s another heart living in it, beating concurrently. She feels something warm deep inside… slowly spreading to every cell in her body.

Maybe, it has nothing to do with the little square tracker on her hand…

Maybe, “it” is the invisible thread that connects these two lost souls together…

If this is the day, one of you has to leave…

Then “it” might be the only connection you left between the two of you.

Like an invisible thread, connecting two loving hearts.

As if you can still feel the weight of another soul that you never want to lose again…

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Never lose the things you treasure… ever.

Basil Tiong About the author

A picture speaks a thousand words. A sentence covers a thousand feels. I believe communication is a miracle created not to be mastered but to be embraced. You might see communication as a skill, but I see it as an art. I call myself an artist. Cause I write – so the words can sing your story. And I design – so the graphics can speak your soul. Often, when I do both, the story is sold. Tell me your story, and we’ll make the world listen.