She stood there quietly, contemplating whether she should move from her spot or wait for someone to find her. She settled on the latter as the anger slowly slipped away, only to be replaced by an umbreable amount of sadness. Though she may have been alone at the time, she didn't break her calm, stoic nature. Why was she always being the one to recive all this hurt? Just as the thought crossed her mind, another overwhelmed it, nearly pushing her over the edge...
FLASHBACK
Cynthia returned to the scene where she was reading THAT article, the article of her parents death. They both died that night during a flash flood; as the pair were walking home from work on the hillside of route 210, all of a sudden a rush of water sent them over the bridge, tumbling down the waterfall. Pokemon rangers had rushed to the scene, notifying Proffessor Carolina shortly.
Even at a young age, Cynthia's personality was cool, kine and understanding, but, when her grandma broke the news to her, Cynthia collapsed on the ground, bawling her eyes out. Proffessor Carolina, not surprised with her outburst, hugged her tight, letting a few of her own slip out. They stayed there on the ground until Cynthia coudn't cry anymore. Excusing herself, she hid in her room for the rest of the week, refusing to come out unless it was mealtime.
It took her a long time to get over her parents deaths but after that, she vowed herself to become the best, just to make her parents proud.
END OF FLASHBACK
The rain worsened and brought with it wind. It whipped at her cheeks and hair, throwing them backwards. The rain droplets felt like needles on her face. Ignoring this, she let thought succumb her again, drifting off into another flashback -
FLASHBACK
Before she met Lance, she had found another person she came to love. This was Steven stone. they matched each other perfectly, so much that the elite 4 and the gym leaders of their own regions began planning their future wedding. They shared a love for pokemon history and both were champion (1 former XD) But he crushed her in a way that, in Cynthia's opinion, even worse than Lance.
The pair was walking down the aisles of a pokemon center, checking on their pokemon after a world tournament. They didn't say a word to each other; instead, they were looking into each others eyes. Cynthia was lost in his steel-grey eyes, gleaming brightly with excitement.
She stayed in that trance until he broke the silence. She saw the change in his expression; from neutral to a regretful and hurt look.
"I can't do this any more."
Cynthia's eyes widened at this statement, her mind going blank. She opened her mouth to ask but he had continued.
"Cynthia... I know this is hard but..."
She interuppted him, letting some anger out.
"Steven, why are you saying this?"
He stood there, silent. She cupped his face and brought him close.
"Steven, what is making you do this? I thought..."
He groaned in defeat, removed her hands and walked away. THe last thing she heard from him was the echo of his shoes when it hit the ground.
END OF FLASHBACK
To Cynthia, not knowing the reason why they broke up was more painful. Her relationship with Lance? This she had brought upon herself. She never loved him, instead, she used him, tricked him. He was a cushion used to break the fall from the loss of Steven. From the events of today, he probably figured it out.
Soft footseps jolted her out of her train of though. The click-clack sound of shoes hitting the ground sounded awfully familiar. Turning around, she saw the last person on earth she wanted to see...
Steven.