"It's her!" I shouted.
"Who?" Riccardo denied, furrowing his eyebrows.
I turned around to face him, my eyes burning into his, welling with tears.
Unable to handle my emotions.
Unable to hide my hurt.
Unable to hide the pain written all over my face.
"Sofia Martinez?!" Riccardo breathed, his voice dropping to barely below a whisper.
"Yeah," I murmured. "After all these years..." I trailed off my sentence, my head clouding with the thought of her. Her beautiful face etching itself into my memory. Our heated moment replaying itself over and over to myself like a form of motherfucking torture, before she ran away... "I finally found her."
Riccardo hesitated, but then the words tumbled out of his mouth before he had a chance to stop them.
"And she's married."
"What?!"
I could feel my blood run cold, as I felt my world come crashing down on me from a million different directions at once.
My life was over.
My life was fucking over.
"Yeah, I didn't notice the wedding ring either..." Riccardo stumbled. "Until she pointed it out."