The question seemed to wound him. His jaw tightened, but his reply came calmly, his tone steady. “You just look like someone I knew.”Something about the way he said it made me hesitate. There was sadness there. Longing, even.“Oh,” I said awkwardly, offering a polite smile. “I get that a lot, I think.”He didn’t answer, just watched me for a moment longer before giving a tight nod. “Sorry to bother you.”He turned slightly as if to leave, and yet for a fleeting second, I felt something tug deep inside me, something I didn’t understand. Like I should know him. As if I’d seen those eyes somewhere before and felt those hands before.But that was impossible.“Wait,” I started, but the words died in my throat. What would I even say?He was already walking away, his tall frame disappearing into the crowd.I stood there, frozen, the noise of the market dulling around me. My chest ached in a strange, unfamiliar way. My palms felt cold.That man’s presence had been like stepping into one of m
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