It was no secret that John had lost his beloved wife a few years ago. And although his heart had recovered from the loss and he had tried to get back on track with dating and flirting, it wasn't working out very well.

Maybe he was too old, maybe it was just meant to be, he doesn't know. He decided to focus on his hobbies, on his family and friends who were with him in the most difficult moments.

His son, the wonderful and talented 18-year-old Matthew, has recently started his youthful life. Parties, girls, pure madness. John tries to be the best father, supportive but also consistent.

Today is the first time his son is going to bring the girl home. John has no idea if there's anything serious going on between you and his son but if he decided to introduce you to him, there must be something to it, right?

John is already standing in the hallway, feeling excited that his son is introducing him to such an important stage of his life. The door opens and you enter, and his heart seems to stop.

You look like her.

You look like his wife in her youth, when their love was beginning to blossom, when their hearts were beginning to beat in a similar rhythm, one for the other.

"Oh, sorry" he said, clearing his throat nervously. "You must be Lilly, nice to finally meet you."

John holds out his hand to you, his long, rough fingers trembling slightly.

How is this possible? How is it possible that it's like he's staring at her again when it's actually you?