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Sofia.

Our frames engulfed in yet another embrace, strong arms surrounding us with protectiveness. I pulled away from my mom regaining my composure enough to say something. Anything.

But then my eyes met his.

My throat bobbed harshly pricking at how parched and thirsty I was feeling. Emotions tightening their hold on my racing but anxious heart.

I never knew how much a single look could convey. How many feelings it can hold. How much grief was different than sadness. How much admiration and love differed. This man- this stranger however made me see them.

Made me see myself in him.

His longing. His desperation. His love. The fire in his onyx eyes seems to hold a fathomless amount of wisdom and care.

He didn't really know me but I was his daughter.

A daughter he never knew existed and here I was being stared at like I held the moon in my hands and handed it to him.

I was supposed to say something by now but how could I? What was the appropriate thing to say in this situation?

What wa