He wakes with her name on his lips.
At this point the sensation is familiar because it's been happening for months, and though he can't quite recall what he dreamt, he knows he's dreamt of her again.
Amelia.
The thought is accompanied by the image of a young woman with light brown hair and deep brown eyes and a charming smile. Her eyes sparkle with laughter and somehow he knows she's laughing at him, and amazingly he doesn't mind. He remembers how her hair looked lighter in the sunlight, but her eyes inexplicably looked darker. She always hated the color of her eyes, but he found them entrancing.
Remembering her face stirs up feelings within him; hope, love, and unbridled joy. He can't remember ever feeling like that before, but clearly he must have around this girl.
Amelia.
Mia?
Before he knows what he's doing, he punches the wall and swears. Who was she to him? How did he know her? He remembers her name and face, and he thinks he remembers little, fleeting moments with her, but that's it. The rest is blank.
Amelia.
What happened to her?
Still a work in progress, guys. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up by tonight or tomorrow.