Based within the confines of my heart,
I find the fact that these memories.
These feelings.
I don't have them anymore.
They tell me I've been gone for months.
I don't remember leaving.
I remember fighting.
And then I wake up here.
The white of the hospital burned my eyes, like I've had them closed for days.
My friends stood around me.
The machines beeped.
They told me, when they found me, they found a man who looked exactly.
I only faintly remember him, but I do remember him.
He was tall like, taller even.
Thinner.
Darker.
He had tattoos beneath his eyes.
A smile that frightened me.
He had my smile.
They told me I woke up with a man who looked just like me.
We were lying in the forest near my house.
Hand in hand, we held into each other like our lives depended on it.
They told me that they were afraid we wouldn't let go. But we did.
Now we're here.
He lays in the bed next to me, but I can't see him through the curtain.
I was to see him, this man who has my smile. My hair.
Who had my hand when I was found after being missing for months on end.
They say I wasn't the only one missing.
That eleven other Turks were missing.
But I had come back.
And I brought someone I would later call my brother.
Someone I would later call my lover.
AU:
YAY.
A RenoxAxel fic. 3
Hazzah.
I don't know why I think it's hot but…I do.
So.
Yeah.
Enjoy.
