At 11 o’clock in the night, I sat alone in an empty 24-hour caf \u00e9 rushing to report. There are only me and the barista wearing a hat behind the bar in the store.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When placing an order, I ordered a hot American style drink. He lowered his head, didn’t say anything, just silently turned around to do it. A few minutes later, a steaming cup of coffee was pushed in front of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thank you. “I picked up the cup and took a sip. It was very hot, but the taste was a bit strange, with a faint rust smell. I didn’t pay much attention and continued typing on the keyboard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At 11:30, I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came back, I found that the position of the coffee cup on the table had changed – it was originally on the right-hand side, but now it had moved to the left-hand side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I frowned, thinking I had made a mistake. But as I sat down, I caught a glimpse of the barista behind the bar staring at me intently. His eyes were hollow like two black holes, and a stiff smile hung at the corner of his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tightened all over and looked down at my phone to hide my panic. At the moment when the screen lit up, I suddenly froze\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At some point, a new line of text appeared in the phone memo:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don’t drink that cup of coffee. I was already dead when you came in<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I suddenly looked up at the bar counter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is no one there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only the cup of coffee was still emitting steam, and in the swirling white smoke, a twisted face faintly appeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was so scared that I knocked over the cup. The scorching liquid splashed onto the back of my hand, but I couldn’t feel any pain. Because it’s not coffee at all – it’s dark red, warm blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just then, the doorbell of the coffee shop rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A woman wearing the same clothes as me pushed the door in, walked to the bar and said to the air, “A cup of hot American style.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lowered my head and looked at myself\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hands are slowly becoming transparent, and behind the bar, the “barista” wearing a hat is slowly taking off his hat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That face is my own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, I’m not a customer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am the last lingering obsession in that cup of coffee that has been left behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next person sitting here will soon find that they can’t finish their coffee no matter how much they drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because every sip is draining one’s memories.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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