RAFAEL
'Who am I, who am I to you, Rafael?' Her words rang inside my head. It was on repeat, her voice echoing. I was uncertain about what to say. I was not even sure if she was casually asking or if it was a trick question.
Initially, I was left confused about her identity. However, it did not take long for me to deduce who she was. Between the two names in my memory, one stood out and made me certain that I was right. Yet, I was trying to contemplate how it was possible for me to know such a thing.
So, instead of giving her a direct answer, I let the silence hang between us, her eyes never leaving mine as we stood a few inches apart, facing each other. She was leaning by the railing, her face expressionless.
I knew that she was waiting for my response. It made me wonder how she would react when she finally hears what I was about to say. I also wondered why that even seem to matter to me.
