As we waited for our food to arrive, Tristan reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing against mine as he handed me a napkin. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and in that instant, I felt like very moment is in slower time.
I don’t know but my heart beats faster, but with a slow rhythm.
“What would I do with this napkin?” I asks. He chuckled. “You are tearing up..” He said and I was surprised because I didn’t even know I am tearing up. But why?
“Are you okay?” He asks. “Yeah I am fine.” I said while wiping my tears. “People tend to tear up when they hit their spot of memory they don’t know they have.” he said that made me confuse. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He cleared his throat and smile.
“Do you believe, that somehow, people reincarnate? Or have a past life? But
