A/N: this has been sitting around in my GDocs folder for a while. Bonus points to me for using "emerald eyes", lolololol
Eyes of the clearest, brightest emerald regarded his person cheerfully and with absolutely no recognition.
She did not remember. Almost everyone from before was there, give or take a few, add a stranger - and no one recognized him for who he was. No one.
Irvine tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach, as Headmaster Martine briefed the group. He tried to ignore the sheer disappointment of it all, the complete and total irony, the fact that he and he alone remembered.
When they boarded the train and once more Irvine found himself looking into those bright green eyes, he could not help but feel relieved, if only a little, that he could stop searching the world, dreaming to find those very eyes that haunted him up to this day.
He tipped his hat with a wink and opened his mouth. Maybe then, she would gradually remember?
It was a start.
