Each time that the ring echoed through her ears, she'd stare down at the ground. The rings would last fully, then send her call to his voicemail. But when she called at times, after the first ring, she'd get sent to voicemail. Lyra sighed quietly, dropping her pokégear from her ear, and slipping it closed after the automatic messaging system had begun to instruct her that Silver was not available to take her call. The brunette frowned as she stuffed the device into her pocket. Ever since she had, for once, taken her playfulness too far the last time they had seen each other, she ended up pissing Silver off, to the point where had told her, "I'm done," said some hurtful things to her, and left her alone.
Although she took it all with a smile, inside, she was anything but happy.
It had been about a week. Each long day, Lyra would pick up her pokégear, call him, and as always, would get sent to voicemail. She had even tried IM'ing him, but all she ever saw was the 'Read' check mark next to her message. Eventually, it seemed like he blocked her, because she was not able to IM him anymore.
It hurt, of course. Silver was the closest person she had ever encountered during her journey. It was breaking her from the inside.
Believing that Silver was completely done with her, she had eventually stopped trying to call him. IM him, and even look for him. And even though it hurt her, her face told the world another story—she was still the same, cheery Lyra from before.
The day that Silver could no longer ignore the longing he felt for Lyra, he had picked up his pokégear to call her to apologize—as he too, had missed her and regretted what he had said. The rings lasted a good minute, before for the first time in all the three years he'd known her, the call was directed to her voicemail. She did not answer. He tried again, only to see that his number went to voicemail. Even his IMs never reached her.
And, as Silver sat on the Pokémon Center bed, head cradling his face, he called out her name in a raspy voice, hoping that somehow, she would be able to answer him. "I'm... s-so sor...ry... Lyra..."
"The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable right now. At the tone, please record your message."
"Message not sent."
"I'm done," Lyra whispered to herself as she curled up in her bed. She watched the device buzz on her nightstand, and her eyes closed as she buried her face into her soft pillow.
a/n: vent drabble.