Emberwood this world at times will blind you

He blinks, uncertain at first that he'd heard her correctly — but no, she'd really said that. What — no, what the hell? He says, a little disbelieving. Get to know her? No, nope, no thank you. I just thought — nevermind. Obviously we've never met. And maybe he doesn't really want to meet her; he'd been a little excited at the prospect of meeting someone he'd known before his amnesia, and now he's just irritated. Though, he can't deny the aching familiarity of her orange eyes. They remind him of something — someone. The thought inexplicably sends a bolt of muted grief through him as he turns away, and he can't shake the sudden feeling of loss.