Sophia’s memories

My heart still aches, but with Sophia so close, a quiet sense of comfort settles over me. Her perfume drifts through the air, a soft, enchanting scent that soothes my troubled mind. She carries an aura of calm, as if she were a goddess capable of taming even the fiercest storms with just her presence. The warmth of her body, the gentle brush of her fingers against mine—it all feels inexplicably familiar, as if we've walked together like this countless times before.

We are only pretending to be husband and wife, a necessary deception to protect our true identities. And yet, nothing about it feels forced. Our closeness is effortless, as natural as water flowing downstream.

Then, a memory stirs—no, not a memory, but a strange, unshakable feeling.

I've felt this before.

Ever since I met Sophia, there has been something beneath the surface, something unexplainable. Sometimes, when I look at her, my chest tightens, my heart aches for no reason.

What if…?