Gracefulshipping because they're meant to be.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. If I did, there would have been 13950395810 cannon pairings already. c:
"Did ya fall in love with him again?" Sapphire's innocent words echoed in the Fortree Leader's mind. Sighing slightly, the lavender-haired girl sat down near the closest seen window and rested her chin on her left hand. Looking outside, her hometown was still a mess, but it had improved. The wind softly blew through Winona's window and made her long hair sway along. There had been rarely any challengers as of late; Groudon and Kyogre's wrath had not spared much of the Hoenn lands. Sighing again, Winona's mind had bought her back to the thought of Sapphire's question. Had she fallen in love with him again?
She knew it was because of her that Wallace ended up so wounded, and she hated every single part of it. He didn't do a thing to deserve all the pain he received from her. He was just being himself; that's the way he is, perfect. Everything that they had were so right and yet because of her selfishness, those heavenly days were gone. They had no longer spent minutes to hours talking on the PokeNav, ranging from those silly "I miss you" lines to wonders of how each other's day had been to deep, heartfelt conversations. Honestly, she does admit she kind of, just slightly, miss that. It was nice sharing everything that had been on her mind and knowing the listener had cared. Though Flannery listened to all her troubles and cared for her well-being, it was just not quite the same.
In short, she missed talking to him. She missed hearing his voice - the way her name rolls of his tongue, like it's supposed to be said. Her name had never sounded so good before, and she loved every second of that vivid voice.
Winona loved how he had this magical power that had kept all her nightmares and worries away. Even if he hadn't been by her side, as long as she thought of their times together, her nightmares would be gone. However, if that didn't work, although she felt guilty doing so, he had never hesitated about flying through four cities just to comfort her at 2A.M. in the morning. Though now, it's a different case. She wouldn't dare of dialing that number she had memorized so long ago. And the thought of those memories would only wound her broken heart even more. Only sometimes, on rare occasions, she would allow herself to let down her mask and remember all that happiness they shared.
In short, she missed his comfort. She missed just being comfortable around him; she missed feeling safe and loved by being near him. The way a smile would always find its way to her face when she's with him, even when she's in the midst of having a breakdown. Time just stopped, and the whole world didn't matter anymore. It was just only them two, him and her...together.
But the world did matter, and that was what broke her apart. It wasn't just her that knew Wallace was better at everything she had attempted. Battling? She was no match for his elegant moves. Coordinating? She clearly does not possess his beautiful, extravagant skills. She had tried to match up to him, to be somebody others would acknowledge to be worthy enough to stand by his side. Even after hours and hours of training, up until her body was near collapsing, she would still not good enough. Just when she thought she had improved a bit, so has he. Always chasing after him, oh how Winona wished that didn't matter anymore. For she knew what she accomplished was not even up to her self-made standards. How could she be good enough for Wallace then? She had never been enough. That was reality, no matter how much she reached for him, he'd always be better.
Why does her love have to be so hard? If it was any other man, she probably wouldn't of felt so smothered and overshadowed. Her heart wouldn't be full of worries, and she wouldn't be filled with self-consciousness. She wouldn't have to put up a facade that she puts on everyday just to make others feel like she was good enough. If it was any other man, she could just relax and everything would fall together. That's how it's supposed to be, right?
However, it was Wallace. Since they had broken up, Winona had to ignore anything her heart tells her so; she had refuse to listen. Because if she did, she knew she would surely be hugging her knees while crying her eyes out like the first day they had been apart. Wallace already held her heart at the center of his hands, whether he knows it or not. Her feelings had remained the same ever since the day he made it into the center of her heart; she couldn't deny that. The lavender-haired leader was no fool either. She was sure Wallace hadn't changed his heart or his feelings about her; he still loves her. But their mutual love had always silenced, hushed, and abused. It had been pushed into the far corner of their hearts until it couldn't be heard anymore, where it waited for that little drop of hope to bloom.
Their love may have been silenced and hushed but the pain never stopped coming. It hurts so bad knowing what they have but can't be. It stung her heart so terribly.
Winona let out a slight laugh as she wiped away her now watery eyes. Who knew Sapphire's innocent words could lead to her heart's weakness? She took one last glance around the many trees and the setting sun, the beauty of Fortree. No, she had not fallen in love with him again. She had been in love with him this whole time. Just maybe though, this time, now that she's stronger, it'll end up better than their previous relationship. Winona was almost sure it would be different, whether he's champion or not. The strength of one's heart and determination would be able to conquer nearly everything that strayed into one's path, despite the fact that it's injured along the way. She had learned that from Sapphire.
Love was no different; it had strengths and weaknesses. But in the end, it'd be able to conquer almost anything.
Smiling she decided, took a deep breath, and dialed that number she had long memorized into her PokeNav.
Edited. But there's still probably many mistakes.
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xoRain
