**-{+}-**
Oh boy.
OH FREAKING BOY.
I own nothing.
**-{+}-**
"Wally, nobody's seen or heard from him since. But he told you he'd always love you, and I believe that. I also believe that you'll always love him too, and if it's meant to be, it'll be. And you two are meant to be."
He didn't believe her at first. A year passed, with still no word. It came to the day of the anniversary of two tragic deaths, the day when a young boy was left alone in the world. He brought flowers to their graves every time the anniversary came around, even if he never knew them, they had given more than they could know. It had been the second anniversary since that gift had left.
The first anniversary a part of him was hoping that gift would return, but he sat in the cold, moist grass for hours alone, before his blonde, Gotham-residing teammate had saved him from certain death at the hands of Mother Nature and Jack Frost. He lost hope, and tried to forget, tried to erase every memory, every moment from his life.
**-{+}-**
*Sighs* Damnit, Wally.
It's okay, I hate me for this chapter too. It was actually going to be a lot longer than this, so I split it into two.
So TWO more after this.
-ARN