Ahh… Haven't done a one-shot in a while. Let's hope it won't suck! That's a good goal!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon… yet!
Hobby ho…
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She loves him. She'd always loved him. She fell in love when they first met, as children. She had spent years getting stronger to so she wouldn't be a burden to him, and maybe a little bit because she wanted to be like him. She was worried when he was in danger, yet trusted him to be able to take care of himself.
She worked and trained hard because of, and for him. The memory of their first "date", when the salamence attacked, pushed her from behind. The hope of seeing him again pulled her forward.
She couldn't control herself.
There was never a moment of peace between them. They argued and bickered like an old couple. Maybe it was because whenever they were near one another their emotions boiled to the surface. They were immediately impassioned by the sight of one another.
She yelled at him and hit him. Love in each fist she made. She loved a little too much.
She couldn't stop herself.
He always protected her. He was her shield as far as she was concerned. Did he even know that? Did he ever know how important he was? She'd be nothing without him. And maybe he'd be nothing without her; just a foolish boy.
They shaped one another, and so a part of him had always been her, and a part of her would always be him. Maybe that part of him was to blame. That violent foolish kid. It was all his fault! It wasn't her. It couldn't be her. She was gentle. A sweet, dress wearing, little girl. He brought this upon himself!
She didn't do it.
And she brought the guilt upon herself. The loss -the pain. She was sentenced to feel that for the rest of her life, that was her punishment. No one else had to know. She'd pay enough as it was; she didn't need the others blaming her.
That passion that she loved and hated him with. Their playful little fights. Her violent outbursts. The words thrown back and forth. She wished she would have just slowed down for a moment; not said a word. She wish for one memory where they'd lied together in the grass with the ocean breeze blowing by, and they actually laughed instead of fought.
She'd done it.
And now she was alone. She let her hot blood runaway with her. He was gone and the blood would never be gone from her knuckles.
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A little short, but I think I finally got frantic shipping right! I'm hoping to start working on some one-shots again seeing as I'm at a turtle's pace with my actual fics. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and please review with some good, tough, and honest criticism.
…and so we go…