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I often find myself wondering how I can connect with my inner soul. Her voice is usually faint, but whenever I get near to him, she grows louder, almost impossible to ignore. It's as though she uses his presence as a channel to communicate with me. I don't know how to reach him—I don't know his name, and I don't have his number. All I can do is hope that fate brings us together again. This time, I've promised myself, I'll talk to him directly.

Two days later, I went to college. I didn't attend the lectures that day; instead, I went to the place where he had defended me before. I sat there for hours, scanning every face, but he didn't show up.

The next day was the same. I returned to that spot, waiting and hoping, but he still didn't appear. It wasn't until later, as I walked along the footpath, that my heart suddenly started racing. 

I turned, and there he was. He stood on the other side of the path, his face marked with bruises. My breath caught as I hurried over to him, pulling a tissue from my bag. His gaze softened the moment he saw me, and his words melted away my anxiety.

"You're back," he said with a small, almost relieved smile.

For a moment, I forgot everything I had planned to say. My thoughts were a jumble, but I quickly shook my head to clear them. My inner voice urged me forward, reminding me of what I needed to do.

I took a deep breath and asked, "Will you… would you be able to come with me?"

He hesitated only briefly before responding, "Can I come to your home?"

For a second, I froze. We had both been about to say the same thing, and the synchronicity startled me. Then I nodded and said, "Yes." 

As we walked to my house, he seemed surprised when we arrived. "Is this your house?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.

Before I could respond, my inner voice practically shouted, Maybe she want me to rushed inside to grab the kit and returned to treat his wounds carefully, and so I did in detail, cleaning and dressing them as gently as I could. 

He looked at me, startled. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

After a few moments of awkward silence, I finally told him about my accident and how I'd never felt like I had two souls before. "She never talks she just make my heartbeat fast or just scream," I explained.

I turned inward, addressing her directly. "Who are you? Tell me who you guys are!"