"What do you mean? What about if you elaborate on it?" I asked a question and requested information.
"The thought of imitating the woman you once held dear in a harmful way is something that I simply cannot comprehend, even if I were given a million years to ponder it," I added.
"I just want you to . . ." I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of my racing heart. "To catch a glimpse of me and not mistake me for her. Why are you behaving in such a peculiar manner?"
"Her nostrils flare as she catches a whiff of your scent, and a flicker of recognition crosses her face," he says.
As I observed him, it was clear that his mind was a complex maze of intricate thoughts and emotions, each one more profound than the last. It was as if he was lost in a labyrinth of his own making,
