Invisible strings

9. A tangible connection

Determined to uncover the identity of her admirer, Nam and Freen decided to take their plan a step further. "Next concert, we'll set up even more cameras," Nam suggested. "And we'll have a few trusted friends around to help. She won't be able to escape this time."

Freen nodded, her resolve strengthening. "Yes, Phi Nam. We'll find her."

Freen's performance was, as always, breathtaking. The audience was captivated by the emotion she poured into each note. But Freen's mind was half on the music, half on the hope that tonight she would finally meet her admirer.

Backstage, Nam was in position, watching the live feed from the hidden cameras. They had left Freen alone in the room, hoping to lure the admirer out of hiding. Freen sat with her violin, her heart racing with anticipation.

As Freen waited, she heard the soft click of the door opening. Her heart leapt into her throat as she sensed someone entering the room. She felt the air change, the presence she had come to recognize so well.

"Is it you?" Freen whispered, her voice trembling.

There was no response, but Freen could hear the soft footsteps approaching. She reached out, and her hand brushed against something soft and warm. The girl's hand. Freen tightened her grip, pulling the girl closer.

"Please, don't run," Freen pleaded softly. "Let me feel you."

The girl didn't resist. Instead, she stepped closer, allowing Freen to touch her face. Freen's fingers traced the contours of the girl's features – her smooth skin, her delicate jawline, the curve of her lips. Tears welled up in Freen's eyes as she felt the reality of the girl she had only dreamed about.

"You're real," Freen whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

The girl didn't speak, but Freen felt her nod. She wrapped her arms around Freen, pulling her into a warm embrace. Freen's heart pounded as she felt the girl's body against hers, solid and comforting.

Nam, watching the live feed, couldn't help but smile. She had finally caught a glimpse of the mysterious admirer. Quietly, she entered the room, not wanting to interrupt the moment.

"Well, well, look who we have here," Nam teased gently. "Freen, your admirer is absolutely stunning."

Freen pulled back slightly, her hands still on the girl's face. "Is she really, Phi Nam?"

Nam chuckled. "Oh, she is. She's got the kindest eyes and the most beautiful smile."

Freen's heart swelled with emotion. "I wish I could see you," she said softly to the girl. "But even without sight, I can feel how special you are."

The girl finally spoke, her voice soft and melodic. "And I can feel how special you are, Saro. But I can't stay."

Before Freen could react, the girl gently pulled away and dashed towards the door. Nam tried to stop her, but the girl was swift, disappearing into the night.

Freen sat back, her emotions a whirlwind. "Phi Nam, she was here. She was real."

Nam hugged her sister tightly. "Yes, she was. And we'll see her again, Freen. I promise."

But as the night went on, Freen couldn't help but doubt herself. "Phi Nam, what if I'm not good enough for her? She's so beautiful, and I'm... I'm just me."

Nam cupped Freen's face in her hands, her voice firm. "Don't you ever say that, Freen. You are extraordinary. Anyone who loves you is incredibly lucky."

Freen nodded, but the doubts lingered. Her heart ached with the desire to see her admirer again, to understand why this girl loved her so deeply. And as she lay in bed that night, her thoughts were consumed by the touch of the girl's skin, the sound of her voice, and the warmth of her embrace.

The next morning, another letter arrived. Freen's heart raced as Nam opened it and began to read:

"My Dearest Saro,

Last night was a dream come true. To feel your touch, to hold you in my arms – it was everything I've ever wanted. But I can't reveal myself just yet. Know that I am always with you, in every note you play and every dream you have.

Your touch was so real, so warm. You are more than enough, my love. Never doubt that. Until we meet again, let our hearts speak through our music and dreams.

Forever yours,
Your Devoted Admirer"

Freen's tears fell freely as she listened to the letter. She clung to Nam, her heart aching with a mixture of joy and longing.

"We will find her, Freen," Nam said, her voice resolute. "And when we do, she will see how truly special you are."

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