*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 that it had been her, a part of me still hesitated. I didn’t know what to expect.
I stood there, transfixed, gaze darting around the crowded room, searching for something, anything. Searching for her. I wasn’t sure if this was true love anymore or a silly obsession. But God, I couldn’t help how I felt about her, and it was killing me.