Him? [JesBible]

2 [Whiskers and Warmth]

Nestled in the heart of Bangkok, amidst the bustling streets filled with vibrant markets and the tantalizing scent of street food, stood a cozy cat café named Feline Haven.

The café was a small sanctuary, adorned with soft cushions, wooden furniture, and playful cat toys scattered around. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the room, where gentle purring and soft meows filled the air.

Bible Wichapas, known for his warm smile and gentle demeanor, was the proud owner of Feline Haven. After the loss of his lover, he poured all his love and energy into the café, using it as a way to escape his grief. Each day began with him unlocking the door to the café, greeted by the soft patter of tiny paws. The cats were his companions, each with their own personality, some mischievous, some shy, but all providing him with the comfort he so desperately needed.

Every morning, as he prepared the café for the day, he would play with the cats, their playful antics reminding him of the laughter he once shared with his lover. The café was adorned with photos of them together, capturing moments of joy amidst the chaos of life. He often found himself staring at those pictures, feeling a mix of happiness and sorrow.

"Good morning, you little troublemakers," he said, grinning as he watched a fluffy orange cat, named Momo, climb up a bookshelf.

He tossed a treat, and Momo leapt into the air, catching it mid-flight. Bible chuckled, his heart lifting even if just for a moment.

As the café opened its doors to the public, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of pastries, drawing in customers. Locals and tourists alike filled the cozy space, eager to sip their drinks while surrounded by the playful cats. Bible moved gracefully between tables, chatting with customers, his smile genuine but his heart still heavy with grief.

"Isn't she adorable?" a young woman exclaimed, holding a calico cat in her arms.

Bible nodded, pride swelling in his chest as he watched the customers interact with the cats. This was his refuge, a place where love and warmth intertwined, even if it couldn't fully fill the void in his heart.

As the day wore on, he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered beneath the surface. Each time the bell above the door chimed, signaling a new customer, he would glance up, half-expecting to see the familiar face of his lover walking through the door. But each time, the disappointment would wash over him again, a reminder of the reality he faced.

In the quiet moments between customers, he would often find himself lost in thought, staring out the window at the lively street outside. It was during one of those moments that he noticed a group of tourists walking by, their laughter ringing out like music. Suddenly, he felt a flicker of something, a memory, a sense of connection that pulled at him.

He shook his head, dismissing it, and focused instead on the cats weaving between his legs, seeking attention. They were his solace, a reminder that love could be found in small moments, even amidst heartbreak. But deep down, he knew that no amount of cat cuddles could fully mend the piece of his heart that was lost.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the café, he heard the door chime again. This time, he looked up with a weary smile, ready to greet the next customer. But as he did, the flicker of hope surged within him once more, igniting the question that lingered in his mind:

Was it possible that love could come back to him in unexpected ways, just like the cats that curled up in his lap, warm and unwavering?