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Time seemed to stop the moment my eyes met his. I froze up, and all the air seemed knocked out of me almost instantly.
Damian Lockheart stood in front of me, and from the moment we stared at each other, I remembered exactly what had happened between us. He looked exactly the same, except for the fact that his eyes were not the way I remembered. He had grown a beard as well, which framed his face symmetrically and made him look a lot older than I remembered.
I remembered; I actually remembered.
I could still see the golden shade in them, those eyes which had haunted my dreams ever since I woke. They glowed intensely now, and it was almost as if they were pulling me in. I could feel a strange tug coming from him, as if I was the needle of a compass and he was my north.
But then ca
