Love is No Weakness
by Zehra
Author's Note: For those of you who aren't familiar with Pokemon, this short and sappy fanfic deals with the episode "Holy Matrimony." ^_^
I felt safe up there, in that balloon.
I felt safe, secure, and protected...a stark contrast to what I had been feeilng earlier that day: threatened, jealous, and vulnerable.
Wait--threatened? Jealous? Why would I have felt threatened? Surely I couldn't feel JEALOUSY over a thing like her.
But I've decided to stop lying to myself. I decided to stop lying to myself that night, in the balloon. I was jealous, and my position did feel threatened.
By her. We all know her name, and we hesitate to repeat it. I don't think we've mentioned her since that night. I don't want to see the pained expression on his face, the fleeting memories racing across his mind, torturing him endlessly. I could not stand to hurt him like she did.
But it is a double edged sword. For a while, I had myself convinced that I was jealous, because the only person who was allowed to hurt James was me. Laughing at this, I reassured myself that I was still in control of my emotions. And where did this feeling of threat come from? She was a threat to me--a threat to the strong female figure James had in his life.
I almost bought that. And I bought that was the source of my enmity for her, and nothing more.
It IS something more. This jealousy and this threat...they might be easily explained away and pushed back into the corners of my mind, but this vulnerability cannot. This vulnerability, which brews from the warmest center of my being; it has no explanation. I felt absolutely devastated when I came to outside his mansion, after the butler threw us out. I wasn't quite by myself, Meowth and the twerp squad were there--but I felt alone. I felt weak.
And why should I feel weak? Why would the absence of my whiny and dimwitted male companion stop me? Gloriously wonderful and strong me? However, as frustrated and angry I was with myself, I was in no position to get out of the weakness.
No position to get out until he pulled me into the balloon.
I could hardly believed he returned, chosen life with Team Rocket over more riches than we'd ever see again. And the weakness I felt dissolved into security.
It was just a grasp of the hand, a glance of the eyes, but within those simple actions I found more security and warmth than I ever had before. And that feeling of safety brought to light the origin of the day's feelings. They stemmed from that warm center, that wonderful place which is named love.
And love is no weakness.
by Zehra
Author's Note: For those of you who aren't familiar with Pokemon, this short and sappy fanfic deals with the episode "Holy Matrimony." ^_^
I felt safe up there, in that balloon.
I felt safe, secure, and protected...a stark contrast to what I had been feeilng earlier that day: threatened, jealous, and vulnerable.
Wait--threatened? Jealous? Why would I have felt threatened? Surely I couldn't feel JEALOUSY over a thing like her.
But I've decided to stop lying to myself. I decided to stop lying to myself that night, in the balloon. I was jealous, and my position did feel threatened.
By her. We all know her name, and we hesitate to repeat it. I don't think we've mentioned her since that night. I don't want to see the pained expression on his face, the fleeting memories racing across his mind, torturing him endlessly. I could not stand to hurt him like she did.
But it is a double edged sword. For a while, I had myself convinced that I was jealous, because the only person who was allowed to hurt James was me. Laughing at this, I reassured myself that I was still in control of my emotions. And where did this feeling of threat come from? She was a threat to me--a threat to the strong female figure James had in his life.
I almost bought that. And I bought that was the source of my enmity for her, and nothing more.
It IS something more. This jealousy and this threat...they might be easily explained away and pushed back into the corners of my mind, but this vulnerability cannot. This vulnerability, which brews from the warmest center of my being; it has no explanation. I felt absolutely devastated when I came to outside his mansion, after the butler threw us out. I wasn't quite by myself, Meowth and the twerp squad were there--but I felt alone. I felt weak.
And why should I feel weak? Why would the absence of my whiny and dimwitted male companion stop me? Gloriously wonderful and strong me? However, as frustrated and angry I was with myself, I was in no position to get out of the weakness.
No position to get out until he pulled me into the balloon.
I could hardly believed he returned, chosen life with Team Rocket over more riches than we'd ever see again. And the weakness I felt dissolved into security.
It was just a grasp of the hand, a glance of the eyes, but within those simple actions I found more security and warmth than I ever had before. And that feeling of safety brought to light the origin of the day's feelings. They stemmed from that warm center, that wonderful place which is named love.
And love is no weakness.