Author's Note: So this is my 5th story (wooo...~). This is something that I've been working on for a year or two, but might take another year or two to complete. Cause college does that to you. Life just goes down the drain. Anyways, to those Volkner fangirls, this is for you. We all love Volkner. You must love Volkner. Or else you wouldn't be here. Anyways, enjoy~
Disclaimer: I do not own any Pokemon characters, places, or plot lines. I just love Pokemon.
Attracting Snowflakes
Spark
Chapter 1
Her eyes were closed. The sight before her was breath taking, but her eyes couldn't capture it—not yet. Her prochaine cream skin contrasted with the tresses of snow white locks that flowed behind her. Although goosebumps rose on the exposed skin not covered by her simple white dress, she didn't shiver nor tremble, locked in a calm embrace with her inner self. When her eyes finally opened, their soft pastel pink surface reflected a peaceful, yet troubled expression that didn't fall upon her soft colored lips. No words were exchanged between her and the silence, the sounds of the ocean whisking away the darkened sludge of thoughts with its soft melodic hum. This place, she thought, was a heaven much too pure for me.
Footsteps can be heard behind her. They belonged to a young man around her age, maybe a little bit older. A bored expression was etched into the blue of his eyes, hair of straw yellow licking his forehead, his ears. His hands were stuffed in his jean pants pockets. The young man was approaching the young woman, sitting next to her with no acknowledgement. They didn't need one though. This was normal. Both were soft of words and felt that words only had to be exchanged when they should. It would take the two an hour before a conversation would start. But not today.
"You seem troubled," the young man stated. A small smile came to the young woman's face, the face that the young man came to know ever since she somehow hacked his security code to get to the most exclusive part of the light house. He did mind, at first at least. He liked his privacy, but after time, he grew accustomed to the young woman's presence.
"I guess you can say that," the young woman answered. The troubled expression fell upon her cheeks and lips. The young man watched as her expression changed from calm to troubled. He figured out the highs and lows of her face, the way her cheeks peak when she was happy, the way her brow sinks when she was sad.
"Is today the day?" the young man asked, but he knew the answer. The young woman peered up, for her gaze was on the ground, to the young man's face, a sad smile lifting a light to her face like a flickering candle.
"You know me so well" she replied. She had told him before that she was to leave from this city to her home far, far away. In fact, it was one of the first things she told him in hopes to scare him away. He pursued though. A silence consumed them as they stared out into the ocean, wondering if a moment like this would happen ever again. They partook in small idle chatter from time to time; the young man trying to be familiar with the young woman more, but received dodged and blurred answers. The young woman was unsure if she'll ever come back, let alone make it home safe. She truly cared for the young man and to cast false hope upon him was the cruelest thing she can do. Yet, the way he looked at her with those blue eyes shining like sapphires, the way his voice cradled her into conversation, the way his heart, yet so unwilling and lost, tried to reach for her own… The sun was setting and the salty waters were dyed an orange mandarin under the dying sun's light. She stood, fingers tangled behind her back.
"We will meet again one day," she said. It was less of a statement and more of a promise to both the young woman and man. It was not false hope, it wasn't even a lie. The young woman wanted to come back to the young man. That was the goal she crafted in her head. She longed for an eternity of the simple life that she had been living the past two months, but she knew that she had a life waiting for her deep in the mountain under the gaze of a snowy sky. They exchanged smiles and the young woman left.
The young man was no one special. He built the light house that he was at, peering through the large window planes. He was the gym leader of that city, the city where he was raised. He found everything so silly now, the flame within his heart motivating himself to go on almost extinguished. She was the only light in his flame. He would find her.
The young woman was no one special. Her tiny footsteps tentatively step onto turfs of grass, clusters of rock, currents of icy river. A secret boiled within her, but her face only showed serenity, peace and joy. At her side, her dark companion was cautiously observing the surroundings, a protective glint in his beady eyes. She would survive this day and the next and the next. She will fulfill her promise.
Author's Note: Interested? Well be interested for a while. Hurhurhur.