He's awoken, sweat permeating his skin, the burning ache of longing in his chest. For the second time in three weeks he's dreamt of her. No words are exchanged, only her eyes boring into his.
Their gaze holds, only to be broken by him glancing away. He always looks away first.
She's been a part of his life for as long as he can remember and yet, after all this time the only thing he can recall are her eyes.
He shakes his head, attempting to clear his mind, contemplating how he can go weeks with not one thought and then there she is haunting him in his dreams. He lays his head back on his pillow, discarding all thoughts of her.
When he wakes, the morning sun filtering through the grimy window, two emerald orbs are once again scorched into his mind.
"After all this time?"