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J.WY - Echoes Of love

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I met her one summer afternoon in the middle of June and her smile is etched onto my memory like butterflies on flowers. I can't get her off my mind like the summer nights of my childhood which I spent having fun with my cousins.

Now, the only thing I have left of her is this one voice note that I can't stop replaying. I received it from an untraceable number, the following day we met when she had given me a chrysanthemum and told me, "A frown doesn't suit you, but a smile does, just like this flower" then vanished forever from my life but never from my mind.

I had started to search for her existence, and found happiness even in traces like descriptions of her from people in whose lives she was a ray of hope, just like mine.

She brought hope back into my life and for the first time, I was scared of losing someone.

I find her in the darkest parts of my mind, trying to light them up. I find her at the bottom of my heart, trying to fix something she hadn't broken. I find her in my dreams, taking my hand in her delicate one and leading me towards a much brighter and smoother path. I find her in my darkest days, as she reminds me that one can always find peace in themselves rather than in others.

It was just yesterday morning that I found out, it was too late and that she had chosen death over me as the companion of her afterlife instead of me. I couldn't save her despite my efforts of finding her in attempts of hearing that sweet voice from those pretty lips again.

All I got was a glimpse of her smile as she laughed at something her friend said and my heart couldn't help but burn in jealousy as it watched from afar, a mere observer, and not the stem of her happiness.

In the midst of mourning the absence of her existence from earth, I didn't realise it's been 3 months and it's been ages since I've gotten an ounce of sleep.

My mind forbids to listen to anyone as it hums the rhythm of her name, in hopes of being able to reincarnate her with the power of its unrequited love, as it begs the god Eros every night.

How do I tell it that the gods are as selfish as humans themselves because if they could see the way my heart begs for a glimpse of her existence, my eyes beg for a glimpse of her smile, my body begs for a glimpse of her touch, they have to be stone hearted to not reincarnate her and intervene our fate together.

But, who am I? A mere human, who means nothing to the residents of the heavens above and just another ant in the sea of humans. For I am nothing under their wrath and contribute nothing to their importance! For I am just a mortal begging for another!

Even though we're a thousand light years and miles apart, the bodily distance means nothing to me because it is just another vessel and our hearts which reside in these temporary clothing our souls wear, will always be next to each other.

But I always find myself wondering what her last words must have been and what her last thoughts were before the grim reaper came over to her with a grim smile as he then extracted her soul to be returned to its creator, residing in the heavens above.

Did she think of me?

Did she have words which were unsaid too, because it was too late?

I do catch myself thinking, what if it is all in my head?, a couple of times but the voice note always proves me wrong.

Guess I will never find out, but this little box in front of me addressed to me with letters, dry flowers and audio cassettes along with a cassette player tucked in the corner says something else. Looking at the contents, I don't think it was all in my head. So, I take one of the cassettes and grab the player then place it inside it and begin playing.

My heart stops beating for a second as a tear drops from my left eye onto the player while her voice echoes in my mind.