A LITTLE TRUTH

Inside he saw a woman sitting.

Her hair was almost white, she was staring out of the window as her head was turned to the left side, so he couldn't have a clear look at her face. For some reason, his heart was beating very fast. He gradually walked towards her and paused in front of the table, looking down at her sitting on the buffer. His tall shadow easily covered her body.

The woman slowly looked up at him, his pupils shrinking when he finally had a glimpse of her. She...she looked so much like his mother. Although her hair was white her face wasn't wrinkled enough to be called old. He stared at her aghast.

The woman eyed him from head to toe before ushering him to sit on the buffer beneath him with a small smile on her face. Her eyes watched his every movement. He settled down on the buffer and looked at the woman before he swiftly had a look at his surroundings.

It wasn't a room. Maybe, this is the place where she meets people. There was nothing in the room other than a cupboard