Missing
Rated: K
Disclaimer: I do own Left 4 dead if I did we wouldn't have to kill hunters so much…
Warnings: Contains mentions of past gay relations…
Written by: Hope
Authors note: Enjoy this is part of a much larger story yet to be written…
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Missing… Something was missing… Something important… But what was missing exactly? His mind clawed at what little bit of higher conscience that was left trying to find what eluded him. Something precious… Some thing he couldn't bear to live with out. He clutched his head in pain his mind was swimming with thoughts and bits of memories that flowed in his mind. But of all the nonsense and strange thoughts one thing in particular came forward and refused to be pushed aside. A name… Aya… Who was Aya? Did he know him? Yes! Yes he did! He was what was missing! He turned and looked from the murky puddle before him and at the large full moon that shown down on him making his ghostly pale skin glow in the night. Feelings unfelt for days began to surface, the sadness was now accompanied by a strange light feeling a warm feeling in his chest; he shook his head he knew this feeling and the others that followed. He was the only one to make him feel such things. Hope, Love, confidence, and more he rose from the muddy ground and stood the others witches around him stared and let out small hisses before turning away and continuing to sob paying him no mind as he slowly walked out of the mill's grounds the name stayed in his thoughts and deep down the lone witch knew that this Aya was the one end to his sadness.
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R&R…