A/N: Okay so the main reason I wrote this is because I have writer's block and a looooong overdue writing project and wanted to see if this would help me get in a writing mood. But even though it was written on a whim like that, I hope you enjoy it anyway...
Sometimes he wondered if she ever thought about him.
She probably never did, probably tried to remove any memories of him. Admittedly, he hadn't shown his best face to her whenever they met. He'd always ask to speak to her Pokémon in a desperate bout of curiosity. It was either that, or trying to convince her to see his point of view on the treatment of Pokémon. He almost...no, he did wish that he had the chance to speak to her more.
When he left, there were so many things that went through his mind. There were so many words he hadn't said, and now that he couldn't, he knew more than ever that she deserved them.
Hilda...I'm sorry.
This thought taking over the rest of his mind, he continued on. But maybe he would go back to see her again some day.
. . . . .
Sometimes she wondered if he ever thought about her.
He probably never did, probably tried to forget anything that happened in Unova. He had to create his own life for himself now, he was destined for greater things, she was sure. They'd never been too close, though she truly wished that they had. She couldn't even help him through the betrayal of his father. She wished he hadn't left so immediately.
She should have stopped him. She should have made him wait and let her say all the things that she hated herself now for never saying. She could have gone with him, wherever he had gone.
N...I'm sorry.
She remembered that he had once asked her if she had any dreams. She said she didn't, but she did now. She had to see him again some day.