Chris kind of felt sure that he knows the woman standing before him. Her walk, her talk, her body, her voice, her eyes, her smile, everything looked familiar to him.
Memories disturbed Chris too much. He could feel everything. He could also sense the hatred resurfacing in him. And it was beginning to get out of control. He still could not accept that he loved someone too much that he is still having a hard time moving on.
Chris could not put his heart at ease ever since he met Liyana in the evening. He wants to take that mask off her. He wants to confirm her identity. "I want to see what you are hiding," he told her.
"What did you say?" Liyana was confused. He reached her. He stood before her. He lifted his hands.
"What are you doing?" Someone asked from the back.
"Ayan?" Liyana saw her brother walking towards her.
Chris turned around.
