...A masked man was sitting on a chair with a woman sitting on his lap.
...I recognized that woman.
Emily's mother.
...Sofia.
My mind buzzed with confusion.
The things that kept on happening in front of my eyes were too hard to believe.
Is he really "me"?
My gaze remained fixed on Sofia, who was smiling blissfully.
Her grey hair flowed behind her, while her grey eyes tenderly looked at "him."
It was a sharp contrast to what I saw when we met before.
Shifting her body slightly, she slowly removed "his" mask until only his lips were visible.
Without waiting, she kissed "him" passionately.
"....."
The confusion I was feeling spiked as I looked at them having a good time.
Didn't she say there was nothing between her and that "man"?
The fuck is this now?
'Did she lie to me?'