Fandom: Bourne Ultimatum
He pauses, just for a moment, in the doorway of the bathroom, a somber reflection in the mirror. When she turns to face him, there’s a longing in his eyes, but it’s gone before she can even react to it. It’s her hair, dark and bobbed like Marie's was. He’s not seeing her, he’s seeing Marie. The ache she always feels around him, that constant, terrible ache, hammers her chest. She could go to him. She could reach out her hand to his face as she’d done so many, countless times before. She could draw him into a kiss, show that him that even if he doesn’t remember her, his body does. She thinks he might be enough of a gentleman, this new Jason Bourne, to give her what she wants, that he would be too polite to turn her down.
But he wouldn’t be remembering her, only Marie.
There’s a moment, the tiniest moment when she thinks he’s going to remember her. And then he turns away and she knows that that moment was lost long ago.
This man, Jason Bourne, may lay down for his life for her, he may trust her, but he has no idea who she is.
Nicky’s eyes meet her own reflection. She doesn’t look like herself. She’s not even sure who she is, anymore.