. . . Just something random, and probably confusing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon

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I'm me, but I'm not me. He is he, but he is not he.

He, the one I love smiled at me. Me who is not me.

I think I smiled. I who is not I.

He mentioned a date. A date. What is a date without two people?

'Yes.' I said, smiling. I, who didn't know, I was one who could smile.

He couldn't have been happier. 'Dawn.' He said.

Who was Dawn? Surely she was not me. She who he loved, surely wasn't me, who is not me.

The smile slipped from my lips. Lips which did not belong to me. His gold eyes shone with upset. 'Is something wrong, Dawn?'

Again, there was the Dawn. Who was Dawn? Was she his true love? She who was not me, she who didn't resemble me. She who had he.

I didn't answer. Why would I? He wasn't addressing me. Me who was not me.

Realization dawned on his face. He knew he wasn't talking to her, but to me, me who wasn't her.

I clutched the item to my chest. The well-endowed chest which belonged to her, not me.

His gold eyes were grim. He knew what awaited him. He smiled. I was infuriated. I who had no meaning, who wasn't me, was infuriated.

'Damion.' I heard someone growl out. Indubitably, the voice was her's. Dawn's. Not mine. Never mine. But did a voice even belong to me? Wasn't I just an inanimate being? Wasn't everyone?

He stared at her, her who was her, me who was not her, nor me. Her who got him.

I lurked in the shadows, but he seemed to be staring right at me.

'I understand. It's my fault.' He kept the smile, giving it to her, not I, I the one with the knife.

'Damn you.' She snarled, she who wasn't me, the one who was "Dawn."

He didn't say anything. He who was not he, but he was he.

The blade lodged into his chest, a small chuckle escaped my lips. Or was it my lips? Did I have lips?

However, directly after it, I gasped. Damion, he who was not he, but was he, was dying.

My face felt wet. I touched it, and glanced at a mirror. It was her. Dawn who was she who stole Damion's dying heart. But where was I? It was just her. I was the one with the knife, the non-life like one. But the only ones here, was I, she and he. How was that? Was I really she? But I couldn't be she, for she had no purpose other than to tare Damion and I apart.

No, I was me, who wasn't me, who wasn't she but was she.

I jerked back to Damion, and ripped the knife from the wound. I felt her flinch, her who was her, not I.

And then it was in my heart. My heart which didn't belong to me. It belonged to her. Her who was my enemy. Her who stole him from me for her who was me.

Damion and her stared at each, her through my eyes, which were her eyes.

'Goodbye.' His eyes closed. He who was not he, closed his eyes for the last time.

Finally, my insanity reached it's brink. I who was not I, knelt in front of Damion, and "Dawn's" words left my lips.

'Goodbye.'

That was it. The way it was. I who was not I. She who was not she. He who was not he. A love triangle, which was not, for I was she who wasn't me loved him and he who wasn't he loved me.

My head cleared, and the psychosis faded. I was she, and she was me. He was he. And we all were dead.

. . . Did that even make a shred of sense to you guys? If not, I suggest reading it again. And twenty times to be sure. Oh well. I liked it. Review!

~Emerald~