Arwen shifted on her feet slightly; as she had guessed, another photograph was in there. Without waiting for another second, she grabbed it and pulled it out to check.
She didn’t notice, but behind her, Mr. Jones’s expression froze. His face was marred with extreme worry as he fidgeted with his fingers. Soon, his worry turned to confusion when he heard Arwen questioning.
"Who is this?"
Mr. Jones thought that he hadn’t heard her properly. His eyes tried to concentrate on Arwen. However, when even after seconds, he didn’t hear her repeating, he walked closer to her to inspect the picture in her hand.
While Arwen’s gaze has also zeroed on the picture she held in her hand. There was one pretty blonde girl standing beside a teen boy who looked quite handsome for his age.
The familiarity between his face and Aiden’s were very obvious but what confused her was not Aiden’s young version, but rather the familiarity she felt looking at him in that picture.
It was the same familiarity she felt when she met him for the first time as if she had known him. Not from that day …but from way back from the past.
The teen boy was wearing a rugby jersey, with his hair all messed up, yet beautifully flaunting his looks.
"This is Aiden?" she asked just to confirm something that she had known just by the first look at the picture.
Mr. Jones who was scared to death just a moment ago, heaved a sigh of relief before replying. "Yes," he said. "This picture is from young master’s university days. He was interested in rugby and even led his university team to the nationals."
Arwen heard him and her brows furrowed. University days. Her mind repeated as she looked at the background of the picture. Right as stated by Mr. Jones, this picture wasn’t clicked in Cralens.
"Did he come to Cralens for his matches ever?" she asked with some thought. But was immediately disappointed when she heard Mr. Jones reply.
"He didn’t," Mr. Jones said. "Young Master hadn’t dedicated much of his time in the sports. He had shown a brief interest in the field before excelling it and moving to another."
If it had been some other time, Arwen would have appreciated Aiden, but right now, she felt more confused with how she felt seeing him in the picture. It was a strange feeling inside her. It was like she was recognizing him yet could recall him from her memories.
Had she really known him before?
She questioned herself. But no matter how she tried to find the answer she couldn’t. Maybe it was just in her thoughts. Otherwise, if she had really known him, there could be no way she would have forgotten him in her life.
His looks would have easily set benchmark that none would have crossed. And people do not usually forget the benchmarks, do they?
While she was staring at his face suddenly she realized he wasn’t alone in the picture. There was someone else standing there with him.
A girl.
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