*Eason*

It seemed like a dream. A bittersweet dream. I had thought about this very moment for years. No matter how hard I tried, her image was seared into my mind - those piercing blue eyes, her soft smile, the way her brown hair fell across her face, the smell of her. Even after five years, I knew I could pick her out from a sea of people wearing identical outfits.

But now, in this less-than-crowded hall, even when I was almost a hundred percent sure ...