Eight Years

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Eight years have gone by. Eight years of sadness. Of wishing he were back. Years of me writing letters and crying over lost love. I was walking over to Aaron's things, holding another letter in my hand.

"Hey, Aaron," I greeted, "I know it's been some time since I've left a letter. I guess ever since I started doing this, it's really helped. You know?"

Smiling, I sit beside his things, placing the letter where they've all gone in the past.

A small breeze made me shiver lightly. "I honestly hate wind now. Anyway, I hope you're doing well wherever you are, Aaron. I love you."

Standing up, I walk away, still smiling.

???'s P.O.V.~

I sat a few feet away from the ginger-haired male. He had been in a coma for six years, and that's when he mentioned chest pains. I remembered I had fixed his side while he wasn't awake. Just two years ago, I fixed his chest up, but now he's been really down.

Then again, I don't even know his name. He never mentioned it when he was awake. All he did was sit there and cry.

"Hey, Miss?" a young boy's voice asked. Ciro, he said his name was. "Is he gonna be alright?"

I sigh, looking at the three vials of blue liquid still on the counter next to the man. "I think so. What you did just barely saved his life, though. You're a hero. But, that liquid...what did you say it did?"

He sighed, sitting next to my legs. "This bad woman named Macy wanted him dead, and forcing this serum into him is usually a death sentence.

"You see, that serum had a special DNA changer in it to make someone gain an elemental power. Usually, people without DNA to support that changer end up dying."

I look at the sleeping male strangely. He seemed so familiar, but who did he resemble? I look down at my hands, balling them into fists.

"Miss, what's your name?" Ciro asked, looking at me with a strange look.

I cleared my throat. "My name is Ashton Fox and I'm the Master of Animals."

My blue eyes met the young boy's green ones. He seemed confused, by shook it off, looking back to the ginger man. I brush my brownish-ginger hair behind my ear, sighing.

Who are you, stranger? What did Ciro mean that you could have powers?

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