Hey everyone! I've decided to write this story since I feel that I haven't been active enough since school started. They work you pretty hard at my school, and between homework and anime I've had no time for myself lately. I figured I'd better write this while I still can, so here you go! Right almost forgot, sorry if there's some OOC in here, my sincerest apologies to all of you who like in character characters. Right before you start this is a sequel to my other one-shot, A Named Bullet, you probably don't need to read it to get this story though.
Disclaimer- I don't own Pokémon, if I did then I would have absolutely no use for because I could just put my ideas in the show.
Wish you were here
Paul's POV
My feet drag against the cobble stones, every step I take my feet grow heavier, and heavier. The cold fall wind howls through the deserted scene. The leaves falling off the trees seemed to mimic my mood, the dead leaves crunching under my feet as I walk the grey sky heavy with un-fallen rain.
The closer I become to my destination, the sorrow seemingly to weighs heavier on my heart. Every time I step closer my feet seem to weigh more and more, my stomach feels as though there's a rock in it. The regret of what happened still on my mind as I arrive.
I stand in front of the headstone, and read what it says, just as I do every time I come here.
Dawn Hikari
1992-2010
Beloved daughter, beloved friend
I stand in front of the headstone for a while. Nothing is said, and nothing needs to be. I just stare at the dates on her grave. Gosh, has it really been three years since she was shot? Have I really been here alone for all that time?
I hadn't been 'dating' since her death. There's just no one that could ever replace her, she'll always be that one hole in my heart, the only one to ever break through my shell. How could she be taken away from me so easily?
They never did catch him, Dawn's murderer. I guess everyone's just not entitled to a happily ever after ending, but it still would have been good to hold on to her a little longer. I looked at my shoes and felt a pang.
I hadn't even attended her funeral.
It's not that I didn't want to go, but it would have just been too hard. I don't think I would be able to face everyone knowing that she is dead. Knowing that it is all my fault anyways. I know she wouldn't want me to think like that, but I can't help but believe that in some twisted way, it's my fault.
I clenched my fists in my jacket pockets. Feeling angry and alone I dropped to my knees and yelled to the sky. As if on cue, it started pouring.
I dug my nails into the wet cobble stones as my soaked violet hair fell into my eyes, a mixture of rain and tears running down my cheeks.
"Now what would she say?" I mutter to myself, "No need to worry."
I pulled myself up and smirked. I turned to walk away, but then I turned back. I stared at her headstone like I was staring into her beautiful cerulean eyes once again.
"Well Troublesome, I guess this is goodbye." I said, turning away. Head down, hands back in my pockets, I went home.
Tonight, I lay in the house we shared, in the bed we both slept in. I stare at the white ceiling, reminiscing about happier times.
"I wish you were here."
Done! Thanks for reading! (Even if you hated it) I would greatly appreciate all of your reviews and criticism! Please everyone NO FLAMES! I don't like fires much thanks!