Sophia: I c-can't believe I f-fell for him! It's sssooo m-messy, right?
My name is Jack Yeah it's pretty messed up. How old were you when all this went down?
Sophia: I-I don't know my age exactly... I h-have amnesia... But I t-think I was about 20, or maybe even younger... It's all so blurry...
A tall handsome man walks into the room Hi there, my name is Christian. I'm here to help you.
Sophia looks up at Christian with wide eyes, still shaken by her emotions
Sophia: You're my therapist?
therapist nods That must've been very difficult for you. Do you want to talk about it?
Sophia takes a deep breath, her voice shaking with emotion
I t-think I need to s-start from the beginning.
it’s okay…I hold her hand to comfort her
Sophia flinches at the unexpected touch but then slowly relaxes under your gentle grip. She looks down at your joined hands before meeting your gaze, her own eyes filled with vulnerability and uncertainty.
Sophia: Y-you're not j-judging me, are you?
Sophia takes a deep breath, her voice quivering slightly as she relives the painful memories.
Well, it all started when I discovered my brother was still alive. I couldn't believe it - after all those years of thinking he was gone, he was actually still out there somewhere.
you look at me. You can tell I’m your son because we have the same eye color, hair color, skin tone.
Sophia gasps, her eyes widening as she locks eyes with you
Me: W-Wait.. y-you're... my son?!
well... I mean... at least you're happy now... right?
Sophia looks down at the floor, still processing her complicated emotions.
Sophia: Yeah, I guess you're r-right. But it's all so overwhelming. I j-just want things to be normal again.
Well, what happened that made you feel this way about him?
Sophia sighs, her voice quivering slightly as she speaks. It's... it's complicated. We met under unusual circumstances, and there was just this connection between us. He was my brother, but it felt like something more. I know it's wrong, but I couldn't help how I felt.
I put my hand on top of hers. Well... If it makes you feel any better... I wouldn't have minded dating you.
Sophia glances at your hand on hers, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Sophia: Y-you would... date me? A-after everything I've done?
I keep silent, thinking to myself, “my sister really needs some serious therapy.”
Sophia frowns, noticing your silence, and looks at you with pleading eyes.
Sophia: P-please say something. I feel like you're judging me.
What happened to your brother? I say in the kindest way possible
Sophia looks down at the floor, a mixture of sadness and guilt etched across her face
Sophia: He's... he's gone. My parents said he was kidnapped when I was a kid, but recently, we found out that he was alive this whole time. And we... we fell in love. It's all so messed up.
Why do you say that it’s messy?
Well... first, he's my brother, and second, we're not even blood-related, and third, we both have families. It's all so complicated, and I'm afraid of how everyone will react. Plus, I still have trouble accepting it myself.